Quotes About Atmosphere

She lifter the shade and bathed the room in silver. Moonlight glinted off the glass and metal instruments on her desk and vanished into the eaves. Moonlight skimmed over her floorboards and made Nero's eyes a shimmering green. It wasn't enough to work by. It wasn't enough to read by. But who needed to read? She knew them by heart.

When Vaughn set out, a wintry mix was falling from the sky, stinging his skin with every touch and crackling on the ground like breakfast cereal.

What's that terrible phrase one used to hear? "Relate," as in "relate to." People were always relating to themselves, and that's where they went wrong. I think part of my success as an editor came from never worrying about a fact, a cause, an atmosphere. It was me - projecting to the public. That was my job. I think I always had a perfectly clear view of what was possible for the public. Give 'em what they never knew they wanted.

candle. They'd eaten dinner on the rear deck

In Romanticism, the main determinant is the mood, the atmosphere. And in that regard, you could also describe Schubert as a Romantic.

I could hear the voice that, speaking to me, was always tender with pity—yet not pity enough to wound: I could see the peculiar smile just creeping round his grave mouth—that irrepressible smile, indicating the atmosphere of thorough heart-cheerfulness, which ripens all the fruits of a noble nature, and without which the very noblest has about it something unwholesome, blank, and cold.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

She looks out the window and notices the sections of Cleveland Street gone to rot, the filigreed metal balconies of the shambling terraces like rusted lacework, the grimy tiled pub facades, the windows of the Lebanese restaurants filmed with grease. This is old Sydney, her father's town of grit and mildew. The

Me costaba distinguir sus facciones. A nuestro alrededor, en el jardín, los árboles y el seto estaban grises, como modelados a partir de la pasta densa del crepúsculo.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

It's dark, like all bars should be.

Two solid weeks of beautiful weather. Clear sunny days, low humidity, temperature in the seventies, air so brisk and clean you could read E PLURIBUS UNUM on a dime across the street. Clear cloudless nights, temperature in the fifties, the sky a great soft raven's breast, an immense bowl of octopus ink salted with a million hard white crystalline stars and garnished with a huge moon pulsing with white light. It was disgusting.

Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.

Nostalgia comes with the smell of rain

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

À distância, um relâmpago. Conto — um, dois, três, quatro — e o trovão ressoa.

that's how Polbearne wakes up of a morning.

Everything was a tempest in grey and steely blue, the line of the horizon merely a suggestion.

It was at that exact moment that I saw Peter walking down the hall toward me. He looked so good. He deserved his own background music.

His voice made my shiver, it was like the sound f water when it pulls off sand.

His voice made me shiver, it was like the sound of water when it pulls off the sand.