Quotes About Atmosphere

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

Ultimately, if you look at all my films from 'Bloody Sunday' on, they're steeped in a post-9/11 atmosphere. 'United 93' is directly about 9/11, of course, but every one of the movies deals with paranoia, mistrust, and fear.

It would be difficult to write a convincing ghost story set on a sunny day in a big city.

My favorite thing about L.A. is the sunny breezes that mimic the mindset of the energy in the people.

I work much better in sunshine. It's drizzle and grayness that I don't like.

The only guy that was ever affected by climactic conditions in his acting was Kirk Douglas. He did a superb job in 'Lonely Are the Brave' because we were shooting that picture up at about 12,000 feet, and the rarefied atmosphere sapped him of any energy or strength that he had. That was his best performance.

We had some glorious nights at Goodison and the fans were superb.

What is commonly assumed to be past history is actually as much a part of the living present as William Faulkner insisted. Furtive, implacable and tricky, it inspirits both the observer and the scene observed, artifacts, manners and atmosphere and it speaks even when no one wills to listen.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house.

When I hit the atmosphere, I'll burn like a meteor. "I wonder," he said, "if anyone'll see me?" The small boy on a country road looked up and screamed. "Look, Mom, look! A falling star!" The blazing white star fell down the sky of dusk in Illinois. "Make a wish," said his mother. "Make a wish.

The third planet is incapable of supporting life," stated the husband patiently. "Our scientists have said there's far too much oxygen in their atmosphere.

Far away in the cool dim empty rooms of the big old house, a silver bell tinkled and faded.

The wind whistled, was cool: it was an early autumn evening, no longer a late summer one.

AT DAWN, a juggernaut of thunder wheeled over the stony heavens in a spark-throwing tumult. Rain fell softly on town cupolas, chuckled from rainspouts, and spoke in strange subterranean tongues beneath the windows where Jim and Will knew fitful dreams, slipping out of one, trying another for size, but finding all cut from the same dark, mouldered cloth.

They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house. They sat in the hall because the parlor was so empty and gray-looking

It flourished on the air softly in vapors of cobalt light, whispering and sighing.

He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant.

There, on the precipice of earth, a small steam feather uprose like the first of a storm cloud yet to come.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

The cloudy sun poured light through all the sky.

If it had been practical technologically efficient science fiction, it would have long since fallen to rust by the road. But since it is a self-separating fable, even the most deeply rooted physicists at Cal-Tech accept breathing the fraudulent oxygen atmosphere I have loosed on Mars. Science and machines can kill each other off or be replaced. Myth, seen in mirrors, incapable of being touched, stays on. If it is not immortal, it almost seems such.

No, But the hairs. on the back of your neck, and the peach-fuzz in your ears, they do, and the hair along your arms. sings like grasshopper legs friction and trembling with strange music. So you know, you feel, you are sure, lying abed, that a balloon is submerging the ocean sky (Bradbury 131). This quote quickly shows the showing telling in this scene. This scene describes the ballon, and Jim and Will. This quote depicts how Jim and Will feels at the moment.