Quotes About Atmosphere

The clouds hung like dark, blowing tapestries in the gaps of the hills.

Only the wind made a sound to be heard, a soft soughing that seemed to whisper of the impending rain. The

It looks like rain clouds moving in.

the longer everyone spent beneath the Cloud, the crabbier they got.

The house was still as death, and nothing but the wailing of the wind broke the deep hush.

In a gloomy corner, she's still quite pretty.

In Ashringford, if souls are rare, we've at least some healthy spirits.

I have flown twice over Mt St. Helens out on our west coast. I'm not a scientist and I don't know the figures, but I have a suspicion that that one little mountain has probably released more sulfur dioxide into the atmosphere of the world than has been released in the last ten years of automobile driving or things of that kind that people are so concerned about.

You never really got to know people properly until you had seen them within the ambiance of their own home. Seen their furniture and their books and the manner of their lifestyle.

Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.

As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.

It was some time since I had gone to sleep in the same room with a girl. Of course, the room was large and reasonably well-lighted, and the girl had other things than me on her mind.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

The air was full of all the night noises that, taken together, make one big silence

Sometimes it seemed to him that the house had a bad wild life of its own; the impression of its evil lingered, in its name, in its atmosphere...

To step into the house was to step into stillness, into warmth even when it was damp and unlit; but after a moment a coldness crept about your shins.

hung around in the air like a wife waiting for you to notice she was sulking.

That's what I like so much about old libraries - they smell the way we'd like to imagine the past.

We sat side by side on the swings. The creaking sound they made seemed sexier to me than a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo.

The London fogs continued as soupy as ever, made uncanny by the masks people had taken to wearing — some to keep out the influenza, others to hide horrific souvenirs from the fighting.

Let's face it: it was impossible for them to have heard one another, much less conversed and also competed thus in song. Accelerating towards the planet, atmosphere roaring around them, how could they? But let's face this, too: they did.

The old man heard the music of the imperialists issuing from the golden hotel, heavy with the gaiety of despair...

I think in 1991, when Jimmy got to the semifinals, it was just incredible all of the people coming out.

Lights are to drama what music is to the lyrics of a song. The greatest part of my success in the theatre I attribute to my feeling for colors, translated into effects of light.