Quotes About Ambiance

People don't realize that lighting can change the whole look of a place and the feel.

Lighting is key for me for every project.

I'm really all about lighting, so basically every room in my house has a chandelier, at least all the main ones.

He made her think of ruins, of mysterious places in shadow and darkness, of storms and torrents of rain.

In the background is the hiss of the gas heater; we hear the sound without hearing it for, side by side, together and miles apart, we are deep in our books.

A band played live Muzak.

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.

where the humid night-time air enveloped them like a heavy cloud.

Dragon-fruit Martini in hand, Simon makes his way towards one of the Star Bar's few unoccupied seats, which appears to be upholstered in zebra-skin. "Boss Ass Bitch" by Nicki Minaj is pumping from concealed speakers,

I turned all my firewood to cedar so that its scent would fill my halls each night.

In spite of the air conditioning, she had filled the lounge with a faint sharp-sweet odor of large overheated girl.

She had only a candle's light to see by, but candlelight never did badly by any woman.

I wanted to be as comfortable in that environment as she was. I moved around those areas in character.

the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

The furniture was average, nondescript—somewhere between high-end and yard-sale

The lobby was at once attractive and bleak, a place meant to impress without creating the desire to linger.

They went back to looking straight ahead. A row of bottles lined the back of the bar, and behind them faded snapshots had been tacked up in a collage.

Meanwhile Crumb Street, never a place of beauty, that afternoon was at its worst. The fog slopped over its low houses like a bucketful of cold soup over a row of dirty stoves. The

Someone hanging clothes on a line between buildings, someone shaking out a rug from an open window might have heard hammering, one or two blocks away and thought little or nothing of it.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways.

What's funny for me is that I made a lot of the music I make with intentions of it being a song you listen to, to chill out.

It is, ... kind of a softball atmosphere out there.