Quotes About Ambiance

I wish I could see the glow from the lights.

the hollow rumble of wings, the movement of darkness, and the stillness of light.

The thing that seemed like silence must have been the endless cry of all the crickets and locusts in the world, rising and falling. (The Wide Net)

and Willie Nelson was singing "On the Road Again" on the jukebox. An infelicitous selection, if you ask me.

A great restaurant is one that just makes you feel like you're not sure whether you went out or you came home and confuses you. If it can do both of those things at the same time, you're hooked.

I love candlelit dinners.

If I wanted to make big, bombastic, distorted, echo-y, trippy music, the atmospheric stuff, a studio is nice. But it's nice to know that it's not necessary.

Dining should be a delightful and a beautiful experience.

Strike set out for his office beneath a sky of dirty silver,

Wisps of her dreams still clung about her . . .

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

The rich smell of the rose was almost visible; I fancied it lent a rosy edge to the shadows cast by the firelight.

He also entered a bookstore called "Books 'n' Stuff," that stocked more videos and greeting cards than books. Furthermore, its supermarket lighting and background music discouraged browsing. Qwilleran had his own ideas about the correct ambiance for a bookstore: dim, quiet, and slightly dusty.

I always wanted to get married with just candles! I think candlelight is the most beautiful light there is and there's something very spiritual about it.

It was a warm evening, at least by the standards applied in Scotland, where summer is sometimes no more than a promise, an aspiration

I'll live a lush life in some small dive.

Decorate your home. It gives the illusion that your life is more interesting than it really is.

She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)

Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow.

While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion.

But after dark all that is most satisfactory in French life swims back into the picture—the sprightly tarts, the men arguing with a hundred Voilàs in the cafés, the couples drifting, head to head, toward the satisfactory inexpensiveness of nowhere.

At eleven she sat with Dick and the Norths at a houseboat café just opened on the Seine. The river shimmered with lights from the bridges and cradled many cold moons.

Do you mind if I pull down the curtain? -Please do. It's too light in here.

happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than