Quotes About Atmosphere

she's always singing in the hallways. (Thankfully, she has a decent voice.)

The late-afternoon sun was casting shadows that tip-toed along the walls

Everything ye see is ours," he said. "What do ye think?" Mary's eyes shone. "I've never seen anything so beautiful." Her cheeks were pink from the wind, her lips red. "Or cold." "Aye, well, that's Kilmorgan for ye. Will enchant ye and try to kill ye at the same time." "Aren't most Scotsmen like that?" Mal shrugged. "'Tis a good point.

London after dark is a different place than in daylight. There is as much hustle-bustle as always, but now the gentry are out and about as well as less salubrious members of society - the inebriated, the ruffians, and the ladies looking to entice a man from the straight and narrow.

They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

How do you know a gangster?" "Usually, the room goes a little quiet when he walks in.

The blue, mosquitoey night pushes in from the hotel windows.

The sound of the wind against the sides of the house is exactly like the sound of wolf fur against cardboard.

The sky above the buildings outside their apartment windows is the color of a dusty chalkboard, and the light coming down onto the street is exactly the color of boredom.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

I could feel him in the room,

Late in the afternoon the sky changed to pale gray and there was rain in the air, the atmosphere close and stifling, and a silence clung heavily to the flat colorless plain.

Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.

The air there was heavy with the somnolence of a party prolonged into the early hours; and a dull light came from the lamps, whose charred wicks glowed red inside their globes. The ladies had reached that vaguely melancholy hour when they felt it necessary to tell each other the story of their lives.

sultry breeze (24)

I dream of moon and misty hill Where evening gathers, dark and chill

Smijehu nije mjesto pod ovim krovom i u vašem stanju.

The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely church looked lonelier.

In all the lonely landscape round I see no sight and hear no sound Except the wind that far away Comes sighing over the heathy sea

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;

How a small dusk crawls on the village

Guilt was the sooty air we breathed these days.