#atmosphere

In this atmosphere I soon became interested in nucleic acids. ↗

— Frederick Sanger

#atmosphere #became #i #interested #nucleic

I was reared in an atmosphere where a great deal of attention was paid to women's hairdressing. ↗

— Erich von Stroheim

#attention #deal #great #great deal #hairdressing

It was in the Seventies but I still recall what was a good night for my club. Of course, the stadium has changed now but I have heard that the atmosphere is still the same. ↗

— Carl Zeiss

#changed #club #course #good #good night

The biggest sacrifice to me is to not be in an atmosphere where I can keep writing and moving forward. ↗

— Trey Anastasio

#biggest #forward #i #i can #keep

Architecture is a art when one consciously or unconsciously creates aesthetic emotion in the atmosphere and when this environment produces well being. ↗

— Luis Barragan

#architecture #art #atmosphere #being #consciously

A lot of comedians, when they have a bad gig, will blame everything but themselves. They'll blame the crowd, or the room was wrong, it had a weird vibe, or the promoter promoted a weird atmosphere. ↗

— Allan Carr

#bad #blame #comedians #crowd #everything

And so I love films that are kind of rural in atmosphere. And you know, it's just a nice place to be day after day. All be it, it can be hard, it can be hard work. You can get hot. ↗

— Keith Carradine

#atmosphere #day #films #get #hard

We realize that Judaism as a faith can survive only in an atmosphere of general faith. ↗

— Louis Finkelstein

#faith #general #judaism #only #realize

A woman should be home with the children, building that home and making sure there's a secure family atmosphere. ↗

— Mel Gibson

#atmosphere #building #children #home #making

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