Quotes About Atmosphere

On the European nights, the corporate fans from overseas can't get tickets. It's mainly local fans. That's why the atmosphere is so great and the passion is so strong.

Under a pulsating full moon, the gussied-up Billie Jean King National Tennis Center seems much softer and prettier at night, with the fountains bubbling and fans without tickets to the big stadium sitting in the plaza and watching a big screen.

I think we've got every chance of being an Olympic sport and, if they did put us in, I know they'd sell a lot of tickets and the atmosphere would be fantastic. I would love to see it, I really would. If you want to sell tickets and get thousands of people there, then do it.

Hay dos clases de fumadores, querida: la de los que fuman para crear un ambiente, una atmósfera para sí mismos y que se hartan tan pronto como lo consiguen; y la de los que fuman, sencillamente, porque están hartos del ambiente. Los primeros pertenecen a la clase de los estetas, a la clase de los que son ligeramente imbéciles, los Orminys; yo pertenezco a la segunda, que es la legítima, que es dogmática sin tapujos.

There's gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning.

Time is strange in certain rooms

We've been fogged in for five days. The fog makes me both love and hate the weather. I hate it because it brings me down, but I love it because if the foul state continues I won't have to do anything important with my life, and in many ways I am quite happy in that knowledge.

There are certain romances that belong in certain cities, in a certain atmosphere, in a certain time.

The room in fact was as depressing from its slatternliness as from its atmosphere of erudition. 

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

And now there came both mist and snow,And it grew wondrous cold:And ice, mast-high, came floating by,As green as emerald.

A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloudEnveloping the earth.

The ice was here, the ice was there,The ice was all around:It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,Like noises in a swound!

Good vibes are great and all, but I prefer clear vibes!

Over the village of Paradise lightning jumped from cloud to cloud and then it put down long legs and walked the earth.

The air smelled like a mélange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.

Edinburgh is a great big black bastard of a city where there are ghosts of all kinds.

The smog curled between the streetlamps and the spokes of the wrought iron framework. It seemed through your body and into your bones.

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

The atmosphere felt unexpectedly intense and the music was frantic. The beat made it both difficult to think straight and pleasant to move – like swimming almost.

One day, I'm certain a meteor will crash through the atmosphere and land on my apartment... Or maybe, as Mom says, it's only that I am a little bit disorganized and a little bit paranoid. To which I remind her, it's not paranoia if the meteors really are out to get you.

In the streets through which we passed, I must own the houses in general struck me as if they were dark and gloomy, and yet at the same time they also struck me as prodigiously great and majestic.

The most important thing? Perfect lighting at all times.

It was great to work in Ireland because it's such a beautiful country, but it's not particularly easy to film in because the weather changes all the time.