#atmosphere

I sit down and create atmospheres, start playing guitar or piano and just sing whatever comes out of my mouth. ↗

— Martin Gore

#comes #create #down #guitar #i

Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere. ↗

— Susan Griffin

#before #feel #often #secret #told

I had grown up in a humanist atmosphere, and war to me was never anything but horror, mutilation and senseless destruction, and I knew that many great and wise people felt the same way about it. ↗

— George Grosz

#anything #atmosphere #destruction #felt #great

What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble") ↗

— E. Nesbit

#night #sky #wind #beauty

Dangerous and indifferent ground: against its fixed mass the tragedies of people count for nothing although the signs of misadventure are everywhere. No past slaughter nor cruelty, no accident nor murder that occurs on the little ranches or at the isolate crossroads with their bare populations of three or seventeen, or in the reckless trailer courts of mining towns delays the flood of morning light. Fences, cattle, roads, refineries, mines, gravel pits, traffic lights, graffiti'd celebration of athletic victory on bridge overpass, crust of blood on the Wal-Mart loading dock, the sun-faded wreaths of plastic flowers marking death on the highway are ephemeral. Other cultures have camped here a while and disappeared. Only earth and sky matter. Only the endlessly repeated flood of morning light. You begin to see that God does not owe us much beyond that. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#landscape #weather #western #wind #death

A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself. ↗

— Walter Bagehot

#atmosphere #awe #being #himself #schoolmaster

I was raised in an atmosphere of 'everything's fine.' But as I got older, I was like, 'Well no, everything's not fine. There is stuff that's sad.' I am a really sensitive person. I think I am too sensitive sometimes. ↗

— Ellen DeGeneres

#atmosphere #everything #fine #got #i

I make music to generate atmospheres, not to complement already existing ones. ↗

— Tom Jenkinson

#atmospheres #complement #existing #generate #i

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#am #analysis #atmosphere #crave #dull

The President seems to extend executive privilege way out past the atmosphere. What he says is executive privilege is nothing but executive poppycock. ↗

— Sam Ervin

#executive #extend #nothing #out #past