Quotes About Ambiance

With all the negativity going on in the world right now, people need an escape. When you give them a hit record or a great record, it allows them to escape for at least three to four minutes. They're not thinking bills or economy or immigration or war when you create that kind of ambiance.

Romantic couples. Each room has its own flavor, its own feel.

where two men played pool and a woman sat at a

Masticando il suo tabacco, il Mezzano ha sputato sulla moquette macchiata e ha detto che questo edificio umido, queste stanze semibuie, non avevano nulla a che vedere con il ritiro per scrittori che si era immaginato: gente che scrive a mano, con lo sguardo che si perde lungo prati verdi on-dulati; scrittori che mangiano pranzi al sacco, ciascuno nel suo chalet privato. Frutteti di albicocchi e nuvole di petali bianchi sollevati dal vento. Sonnellini pomeridiani all'ombra di castagni. Croquet.

The candelabras.

the sound of it nearly lost to the zipper-unzipping buzz of the cicadas.

There were no chambers now along the passageway and consequently no lights. There was a glow up ahead, however—fitful and cold, but bright enough to illuminate both the ground she stumbled over, which was bare earth, and the silvery frost on the walls.

The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.

The french-fry smell was almost another person in our room, stumbling around in the dark

A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches with high flames prevailed over the night.

Vaccaro's was

thought we could order in from the Ambassador. Oh, and I

The closed curtains glow like a blank television screen.

[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.

This is a London particular…. A fog, miss.

There was nothing very cheerful in the climate or the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in vain.

lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished

Occasionally, the smoke came rolling down the chimney as though it could not bear to go out into such a night;

Fog is rain that whispers.

Haloes of heat shimmer from the guests and their hosts. The candles burn brighter. The plump flies of dusk now congregate around the plates of cheese and crackers on the wooden table. From the cut glass bowl of children's punch, sweet rosy fumes spiral up into the air.

Walls shift as the day's warmth rushes out and coolness from the garden flows in to take its place. Couches exhale. In the attic, objects made of suede and velvet stir. Forgotten horsehair mattresses sigh and wonder. Something flutters.

One should never see a drinking establishment well lit, he thought, it just makes it look even sadder.

The big hall, badly lighted by a few contribution candles

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.