Quotes About Atmosphere

At eleven she sat with Dick and the Norths at a houseboat café just opened on the Seine. The river shimmered with lights from the bridges and cradled many cold moons.

The night had made a sharp difference in the weather and there was an autumn flavor in the air.

It was growing colder and the men passing had flipped up the collars of their overcoats.

Do you mind if I pull down the curtain? -Please do. It's too light in here.

Beside her the two dozen schoolgirls and debutantes, young married women and waifs and strays whom he had known were so many females, in the word's most contemptuous sense, breeders and bearers, exuding still that faintly odorous atmosphere of the cave and the nursery.

Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.

It was October in 1913, midway in a week of pleasant days, with the sunshine loitering in the cross-streets and the atmosphere so languid as to seem weighted with ghostly falling leaves.

he smiled like a weather man

There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

And afterward tracing down the hot sinister shin of the Italian boot with the wind soughing around those eerie castles, the dead watching from up on those hills.

Ils sont arrivés au coucher du soleil, et pendant que nous naviguions parmi des centaines d'invités en effervescence, Daisy faisait jouer dans un murmure les sortilèges de sa voix.

the green and cream twilight faded, and the fire-red, gas-blue, ghost-green signs began to shine smokily through the tranquil rain.

Daisy chantonnait avec l'orchestre, un murmure voilé, cadencé, et elle donnait à chaque mot un sens qu'il n'avait jamais eu, qu'il n'aurait jamais plus. Quand la mélodie montait vers l'aigu, sa voix se brisait doucement, pour reprendre aussitôt sur un ton plus bas, un ton de contralto, et l'air se chargeait, à chaque variation, d'une exquise bouffée de chaleur humaine.

The very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs.

As she crossed the threshold her face caught the room's last light and brought it outside with her.

Isabella was quite stirred; she wound her handkerchief into a tight ball, and by the faint light that streamed over her, dropped it deliberately on the floor. Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

We feel the weather even when we are unaware that we do.

The downfall of aristocratic influence has created an atmosphere of brutality and indifference towards the arts, such that a refined sensibility has nowhere to take refuge.

The rain outside was cold in Hadrian's soul.

The great melancholies, the sadnesses filled with tedium, can exist only in an atmosphere of comfort and sober luxury.

No genuine Irishman could relax in comfort and feel at home in a pub unless he was sitting in deep gloom on a hard seat with a very sad expression on his face, listening to the drone of bluebottle squadrons carrying out a raid on the yellow cheese sandwich.

It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.

Liga MX is a great environment, the fans are very enthusiastic.

My family love Khruangbin's faraway soundscapes.