Quotes About Atmosphere

When you hear a large symphony orchestra. for instance, in a concert hall, there's a big, sweeping sound that just doesn't get on to a record.

I think when people see Pluto revealed by New Horizons, its satellite system, its complex surface, its atmosphere, I think they'll have a hard time saying 'That's not a planet' because it obviously will be, and I think most people are already coming to that opinion anyway, but I think that's really going to drive it home viscerally.

Your belief system saturates the space around you.

What really matters, finally, is the big picture, the fictional dream that lingers after the details have vanished. The big picture is formed not only by our descriptions of characters, settings and events but also by forces that reside above and below our story's surface—atmosphere, mood, feeling, motif, theme, form, structure and tone. These terms are far from interchangeable.

You talk like winter rain.

Without atmosphere a painting is nothing.

Today I make time to release any burdens I carry. One by one, I release them into the atmosphere, until my body is in a complete state of calm

Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

Instead of saying "Amanda took one look at the hotel room and recoiled in disgust," describe the room in such a way that the readers feel that disgust for themselves. You don't want to give your readers information. You want to give them experiences.

Human beings say, "It never rains but it pours." This is not very apt, for it frequently does rain without pouring. The rabbits' proverb is better expressed. They say, "One cloud feels lonely": and indeed it is true that the sky will soon be overcast.

The point is to fall into the rhythm of the place, the easygoing, relaxed atmosphere and just get a sense of the city, a feel for the city and its way of life.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.

The atmosphere in here—

a heart-warming, steamy-dank earthy smell.

He held up his hands to the moonlit mountain evidence. The wind-bent trees. The roar of the nearby river. The electrons tumbling down the staircase of their atoms in this singular atmosphere. His face, in the dark, struggled for accuracy. This rich. That's how rich.

Trouble, like the atmosphere, flows everywhere, in currents beyond the power of humans to predict or control.

I had become a bit annoyed with Fermi . . . when he suddenly offered to take wagers from his fellow scientists on whether or not the bomb would ignite the atmosphere, and if so, whether it would merely destroy New Mexico or destroy the world.

The source of power in Papin's engine wasn't steam but the weight of the atmosphere acting on the vacuum the condensing steam left behind. So increasing the power of his engine required using a larger volume of steam in larger cylinders that could entrain a larger column of atmosphere. At the time, no one knew how to manufacture such large-scale machinery. Papin hoped his new engine might be a major inducement to its development.

Evangelista Torricelli. Torricelli's experiments led to the invention of the mercury-column barometer, which responds to changes in air pressure—that is, to changes in the density of the column of air above the instrument.

It seemed warmer outside, as though it were going to snow again.

Wasn't I right? Isn't it nice here?" Miranda thought fast. "Well…there's atmosphere, that's for sure." "I could never come here all by myself. But when Roo's mad or sad or worried about something, this is where she always runs away to." "Yeah." Parker sighed. "Too bad she always runs back home again.

It was like looking at the ocean: some days, you could tell what mood it was in. Most days, though, it was unreadable, mysterious.

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