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Quotes About Atmosphere

The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.
~ Joseph Conrad
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.
~ Joseph Conrad
The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.
~ Joseph Conrad
Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest
~ Joseph Conrad
of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
~ Joseph Conrad
Had he been informed by an indisputable authority that the end of the world was to be finally accomplished by a catastrophic disturbance of the atmosphere, he would have assimilated the information under the simple idea of dirty weather, and no other, because he had no experience of cataclysms, and belief does not necessarily imply comprehension.
~ Joseph Conrad
There is something going on in the sky like a decomposition, like a corruption of the air, which remains as still as ever. After all, mere clouds, which may or may not hold wind or rain. Strange that it should trouble me so. I feel as if all my sins had found me out.
~ Joseph Conrad
The calm was absolute, a dead, flat calm, the stillness of a dead sea and of a dead atmosphere.
~ Joseph Conrad
L'atmosfera di burocrazia ucciderebbe qualsiasi cosa respirasse aria di sforzo umano, estinguerebbe parimenti speranza e timore sotto la supremazia di carta e inchiostro.
~ Joseph Conrad
Mr Verloc was going westward through a town without shadows in an atmosphere of powdered old gold
~ Joseph Conrad
It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.
~ Joseph Conrad
La palabra marfil se respiraba en el aire, se suspiraba en los murmullos, incluso, me imagino, aparecía en los ruegos al cielo.
~ Joseph Conrad
La luna se alzaba. Figuras negras vagaban alrededor, vertiendo agua sobre los escombros
~ Joseph Conrad
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.
~ Joseph Finder
They were the most depressing group of people Yossarian had ever been with. They were always in high spirits.
~ Joseph Heller
the Revolution did not produce a single piece of imaginative literature that has endured. The generation of writers who came of age during the Revolution breathed in a supercharged ideological atmosphere; they pressed themselves and their art into the service of their country, only to discover that a republic could be as demanding a patron as a wealthy prince.
~ Joseph J. Ellis
Your copy has to put the prospect into a relaxed buying environment.
~ Joseph Sugarman
Habíamos dejado el aire caliente allá arriba y nos íbamos hundiendo en el puro calor sin aire.
~ Juan Rulfo
The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.
~ Wallace Stegner
The natives of the rain are rainy men.
~ Wallace Stevens
We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues.
~ Wallace Stevens
The morality of the poet's radiant and productive atmosphere is the morality of the right sensation.
~ Wallace Stevens
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow.
~ Wallace Stevens
wind is blowing. It may be a breeze that cools and comforts. It may be a gust
~ Walter Brueggemann