Quotes About Atmosphere

Nobody likes to go near that chateau after dark.

Some people hate the smell of hospitals. I hate the smell of jails and prisons, all the same: stale cigarette smoke, Pine-Sol, urine, sweat, and dust.

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.

their drinks and headed for the back room. It stank of beer and cigarettes. But at least it was empty, apart from the pool table and a few old-fashioned wooden chairs and three tables next to some wall seating. 'That's better.' Rosie plonked herself on a chair, and they sat with their backs to the wall. She leaned across the table, looking from one to the other. 'So. You were saying

I started in the restaurant business at the age of 19 as a waitress. I loved the atmosphere and the camaraderie of the restaurant business. I loved not having to go to an office. I loved making people happy.

some hours later they were down at the railroad tracks standing close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself.

A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.

It is very cold walking into the long scraped April wind. At this time of the year there is no sunset just some movements inside the light and then as sinking away.

The basic rules of male-female relations were imparted atmospherically in our family, no direct speech allowed.

A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything.

Outside the dark pink air was already hot and alive with cries.

They sat in the upstairs living room, a place furnished, one way or another, from the stages of Dublin, so you were always sitting in character, you were just not sure which one.

At the dune line, just before the whispering stands of sea oats and dune grass began, the sand was as damp and cold as the skin of a snake under my feet.

Silence in the shell of a city, no baby crying, no car honking, no ambulance shrieking, no lovers moaning, no drunks throwing up in the alley, no lights, nothing but wind and rain and snow in its season and rust and a rattling of open doors and carcass smell. It was a possibility like a brain tumor or a scorpion bite.

When an atmosphere grows thick enough with justifications, explanations, rationalizations, postures, and regrets, not to omit occasional hostilities, untruth disappears just as surely as truth does.

the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.

The house felt strange. Altered. Like someone had come in during the day and shrunk all the furniture just a tiny bit.

The University of Memphis didn't have the flashy profile or the national exposure. It's a great university. I love the offense. I love the atmosphere, the big city. They have everything I want. The only knock against them is they are not a great team.

People don't come to my concerts because they know the program. They come because they love the atmosphere and because they know that when I offer them a program it will be a night they never forget.

Despite all the progress climate scientists have made in understanding the risks we run by loading the atmosphere with CO2, the world is still as addicted to fossil fuels as ever.

My dark sound could be heard across a room clearer than somebody with a reedy sound. It had more projection. My sound always seemed to fill a room.

I've been on a lot of film sets, and I've always promised myself I wouldn't create a set where people dread coming to work.

Astronomers are obsessed with building larger and larger telescopes. There are two promises that we make with bigger telescopes: that they can see fainter things and that they see more detail. But it's been really hard to follow through on that second promise because of atmospheric distortion.

I don't actually do anything special to get in the proper frame of mind for creepy/heinous scenes.