Quotes About Atmosphere

In home life contentment is an essential to daily comfort. One discontented person in the house creates an atmosphere fatal to tranquillity.

Trick about night is it changes things but you can't see exactly how. You know the park is different, you feel it in your bones. Night air cools the skin, contours of the ground rise and fall in unfamiliar rhythms, spaces open which haven't been there before, the hollow loses its bottom, a black lap you'd sink into forever.

Washhouse is at the back," he said. "Breakfast in ten minutes." She nodded again, uncertain as to how to respond. His tone and manner were not as grim as the previous night.

I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

The corridor smelled of water in the bottoms of purple vases and the piano was banging just beyond this emptiness.

Such clouds of dust had risen that there was a sort of twilight around.

He could sense a fierce tautness in the cheap air of the tunnel, almost like entering a medical ward where disease lingers in the corners and no one has ever opened a window to bring in fresh air.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

They were talking about a certain hangout and Johnny said, "Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded."

Like all the stories I wrote at that time, it was based on an unusual atmosphere that had impressed me in real life.

June and July are foggy months. In the early summer on Nantucket, warm moist air flows over the colder water. The moist air cools to its dew point and a cloud forms at the water's surface. This is fog.

But the secret to success for any bathroom," Lizbet says to Jill, "isn't how it looks; it's how it makes the guest look.

The Greydon House is the new hot spot on Nantucket; Bart remembers when it was his dentist's office. It has been reimagined as a hotel and fine restaurant. The bar is dark paneled, the lighting is low, the furniture is ornate, and the overall effect

It had been the quintessential autumn night, cool but not yet cold, the air smelling of wood smoke and leaves.

He liked the atmosphere of skiing - the fire-warmed lodge, the view of a snowy mountainside, the clean air, the drinks - but not the sport itself.

Weather is a physical manifestation of the earth's power.

sense the story like an approaching storm

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon.

In a sort of slow flash, Henrietta had her first open view of Paris - watery sky, wet light, light water, frigid, dark-inky buildings, spans of bridges, trees. This open light gash across Paris faded at each end. It was not exactly raining.

The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.

grey tint slipping round the edges of the shutters at the windows.