Quotes About Atmosphere

It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.

A man in a cloud, with icicle teeth and eyes of fire.

The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.

Moira had power now, she'd been set loose, she'd set herself loose. She was now a loose woman. I think we found this frightening. Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy. Already we were losing the taste for freedom, already we were finding these walls secure. In the upper reaches of the atmosphere you'd come apart, you'd vaporize, there would be no pressure holding you together.

In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

he was like smog: there were always some of his molecules in the air.

It was as if the whole world were enveloped in an unmoving blanket of grey smoke. And the whole world was still.

There was an exciting atmosphere about the place that uplifted her. It was as if she could actually feel the accelerated steady pulse of the town's heart beating in time with her own.

There's nothing worse than a barbecue turned into an indoor picnic.

There's a whole kind of melancholy that you can only attain with reverb. That's an example of a technology introducing a whole new meaning.

We should shun ingratitude, and live daily in the heavenly atmosphere of thankful love.

The restaurants close here in Salzburg. They don't really have a nightlife in the winter time.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

Every time I go to the theater, there's something about the atmosphere, seeing something unfold live in front of an audience, that you can't get out of your system.

But Fate was in an impish mood that night.

when you're standing beside an open window at twilight, you can say more to each other than in bright sunshine. It's also easier to whisper your feelings than to shout them from the rooftops.

the rain that held the light that fell, the rain that fell, the light that held

Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.

Her happiness swept the house in a whirlwind; her misery wrapped it in a purple gloom.

The raw fog tasted of salt, sewage and the sour water that lies stagnant in fens and pools beyond the tide's reach. The cold seemed to penetrate the bone.

Standing in this glittering room with the music in the background and the press and hum of scores of people, the clink of glasses, the faint smells of warmth, champagne, stiff material and sometimes of flowers and perfume

and every moment one expects the sky to fling a barrage from clouds so leaden they hang low across the city roofs and drown the horizon.