Quotes About Atmosphere

with low shifting gray clouds dropping black brooms of rain

It was winter here, as if they were in Patagonia or New Zealand, and the light from the sunspot on the sunline smeared so that shadows blurred at the edges, and the air looked rusty.

La oscuridad reinaba en torno a mí; todo estaba tranquilo, todo. Pero en las alturas zumbaba el eterno canto de la atmósfera, ese bordoneo lejano, sin modulaciones, que jamás se calla. Presté atención tanto tiempo a ese murmullo sin fin, a ese murmullo morboso, que comenzó a turbarme. Eran, sin duda, las sinfonías de los mundos girando en el espacio por encima de mí, las estrellas que entonaban un himno.

fraudulent blue ozone

Han spiste visst renmose iblandt, for hans ånde duftet som hos en renokse. Det var nogen vildtsmak av hans ånde.

If the room is friendly to a relationship between lecturer and audience, you feel everything - the tension, the appreciation. I think the audience feels it too.

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

Religion is no more possible without prayer than poetry without language, or music without atmosphere.

Religion is a temper, not a pursuit. It is the moral atmosphere in which human beings are to live and move. Men do not live to breathe: they breathe to live.

Free discussion requires an atmosphere unembarrassed by any suggestion of authority or even respect.

Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy, it's romantic.

For those who've never experienced a sunrise in the rural midwest, it's roughly as soft and romantic as someone's abruptly hitting the lights in a dark room.

I believe our concept of romantic love is irrational, impossible to fulfill and the cause of many broken homes. No human being can maintain that rarefied atmosphere of 'true love'.

I love Paris for the million reasons that everybody loves the city. It's an incredibly romantic and beautiful place.

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

when he walks, he sounds like a tree still full of dead leaves holding on.

Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history; it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it. In Los Angeles, it is quite the opposite: it is an older city than it might seem to be, but you don't perceive this -- every day you get out of your home, you are driving somewhere and sometimes you get this impression that everything was put there the night before.

In Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning, it's like the end of the world.

The atmosphere at my school was very competitive. Young girls were competing with each other every day for status, for leadership, for the affection of the teachers. I hated it.

As the sliding doors opened the wet Florida heat hit me in the face like a sneezing dragon. The surface

With every inhalation, I take. With every exhalation, I give. How grand it is not to buy, sell, hold, or hoard breath. Would that it were so with money. Enjoy breathing while you can, for unless something changes, it won't be long until government awards ownership of the atmosphere to some commercial corporation to price and meter out as they please.

Nature reflects the moods of the wizard.

The brain, which operates on electromagnetic impulses, is as much an activity of the universe as are the electromagnetic storms in the atmosphere or on a distant star. Therefore science is one form of electromagnetism that spends it time studying another form…science is god explaining god through a human nervous system…isn't spirituality the same thing?