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Quotes About Atmosphere

We wire the sky for comfort; we thread it through our lungs for a perfect fit. We've arranged this calm, though it is constantly unraveling. Where does it go then, atmosphere suckered up an invisible flue? How can we know where it goes?
~ Rita Dove
The mountain was dark blue and all around it the sky was gushing and glistening with light.
~ Roald Dahl
Si uno se detenía a curiosear a través del cristal, podía ver las paredes forradas de arriba abajo con libros y, si abría la puerta y entraba, inmediatamente lo envolvía el hedor a cartón viejo y hojas de té que impregna el interior de toda librería de lance de Londres.
~ Roald Dahl
Pluto is so far out that they can't get decent photographs even at Luna Observatory. I had read articles in the Scientific American and seen pictures in LIFE, Bonestelled to look like photographs, and remembered that it was approaching its summer—if "summer" is the word for warm enough to melt air. I recalled that because they had announced that Pluto was showing an atmosphere as it got closer to the Sun.
~ Robert A. Heinlein
oxygen content of air 11 percent higher
~ Robert A. Heinlein
The [living] room was as intimate as an operating room but not as welcoming.
~ Robert B. Parker
I could feel the tension radiate from my solar plexus and jangle along the nerve circuitry. It had nothing to do with the weather.
~ Robert B. Parker
This place is so Cambridge," Susan said, "it gives me goose bumps." "Cambridge give you goose bumps?" I said to Hawk. "Hives," Hawk said.
~ Robert B. Parker
All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it.
~ Robert Bloch
The sun disappeared into the woods and shadows started slinking out from between the trees. short story, Pumpkin
~ Robert Bloch
I heard this drop and drop like rain outside Fast-falling through the darkness while she spoke...
~ Robert Browning
Stepping into the apartment was like entering a furnace. Pike began sweating. They were in a cramped living room. As
~ Robert Crais
Nobu Ishida had lived in an older split-level house on a Leave-It-to-Beaver street in Cheviot Hills, a couple of miles south of the Twentieth Century-Fox lot. It was dark, just after nine when we rolled past his home, rounded the block, and parked at the curb fifty yards up the street. Somewhere nearby, a dog barked.
~ Robert Crais
I hadn't heard it when I'd been in the house before, but when I was in the house before there'd been other people and things going on. Now the house seemed abandoned and desolate. Life in an Andrew Wyeth landscape.
~ Robert Crais
A falling star was a failed star, a cinder burning in the atmosphere.
~ Robert Ferrigno
The evening wasn't cold yet... But the air was turning sharp, with a fall feeling of loneliness coming. Something unaccountable pending in the air.
~ Kent Haruf
Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.
~ Khaled Hosseini
Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed
~ Khaled Hosseini
People talked to each other in between purchases to find out information. The buzz of their whispers made it sound as if the air were filled with flies.
~ Kien Nguyen
Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly
~ Kim Harrison
Why does nitrogen break so often? Because it's hard to fix! Ha-ha.
~ Kim Stanley Robinson
Zurich in winter is often smothered in fog and low clouds for months on end. Prevailing winds from the north ram the clouds coming in from the Atlantic against the wall of the Alps, and there they stick. Gray day after gray day, in a gray city by a gray lake, split by a gray river.
~ Kim Stanley Robinson
to be free of all restraint, minimally clothed, lying on the bare surface of a planet, sucking in its atmosphere as if it were an aqua vitae, feeling in your chest how it kept you alive!
~ Kim Stanley Robinson
He turned off the phone, returned it to the safe. He checked the particulate meter on the wall: 1300 ppm. This for fine particulates, 25 nanometers and smaller. He went out onto the street again, staying in the shade of buildings. Everyone was doing that; no one stood in the sun now. Gray air lay on the town like smoke. It was too hot to have a smell, there was just a scorched sensation, a smell like heat itself, like flame.
~ Kim Stanley Robinson