Quotes About Atmosphere

Even though Margot isn't a loud person, it feels quiet at home. Empty, somehow.

It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, it felt like it was four in the morning and the whole world had gone to sleep.

Like always, it was Conrad who dictated the mood of the house, how everyone else felt.

I don't know how many more times I have to say the word 'ethereal' to make people understand what the vibe of this wedding is.

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts.

My question for Will is: Does this feel like a country at peace or at war? I'm joking, sort of, but he answers seriously. He says it feels the way it does just before it starts. It's a weird thing, but you learn to pick up on it. Even while everybody's convincing themselves it's going to be okay, it's there in the air somehow. The whole thing is more physical than mental, he tells me. Like hackles? The way a dog's hackles go up? Yes, he says.

Among the several cloudy appellatives which have been commonly employed as cloaks for misgovernment, there is none more conspicuous in this atmosphere of illusion than the word Order.

If the atmosphere is to be foreboding, you must forebode on every page. If it is to be cold, you must chill, not once or twice, but until your readers are shivering.

College was especially sweet because of the positive, hopeful atmosphere of a college campus.

La penumbra del cuarto, en su muda ausencia, envuelve el cuerpo del hombre sobre un rincón de la alfombra

Un sentimiento de oscuridad lo cobija de cabeza a pies, acompañado de un escalofrío melancólico, que se asienta en todo su cuerpo.

I wish I could keep a scrap of fog in my pocket for whenever the weather got oppressively nice.

There was romance of a kind in the shabby

The mist was like a faint perfume.

An accordion player posted himself at the curb and played La Paloma. The rug peddlers appeared with silken Keshans over their shoulders. A boy sold pistachios at the tables. It looked as it had always looked—until the newspaper boys came. The papers were almost torn from their hands and a few seconds later the terrace, with all the unfolded papers, appeared as if buried under a swarm of huge, white, bloodless moths sitting on their victims greedily, with noiseless flapping wings.

but an atmosphere of war had settled over the country like a plague. The life and welfare of the individual counted for nothing. People had ceased to be human beings—they were classified according to military criteria as soldiers, fit for military service, unfit for military service, and enemies.

Stand with your back to the wind," he said, "and the barometer will be lower on your left than on your right.

ONE MORNING IN AUGUST 1886, as heat rose from the streets with the intensity of a child's fever

A ghostly virga of ice followed it through the night

Outside the sky was blank, the light pewter.

THAT AFTERNOON

The courtroom atmosphere was stale with that psychic stench which comes from packed humans whose emotions are roused to a high pitch of excitement.

This is a good place, he said. There's a lot of liquor, I agreed.

Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.