#sphere

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

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

Nearly 30,000 fans turned out to support the tribute match and provide one of the best atmospheres at the ground for ages. I was so happy to be part of it. ↗

— David Ginola

#atmospheres #best #fans #ground #happy

The atmosphere defines the environment of sound. ↗

— Bill Laswell

#defines #environment #sound

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

Our three big emergencies are fire, loss of pressurization or contaminated atmosphere. Any of those things in a spaceship are very deadly and time critical. Everybody's trained, but I'm the commander of the ship, and it's up to me to decide. ↗

— Chris Hadfield

#atmosphere #big #commander #contaminated #critical

In should be the duty of every soldier to reflect on the experiences of the past, in the endeavor to discover improvements, in his particular sphere of action, which are practicable in the immediate future. ↗

— B. H. Liddell Hart

#discover #duty #endeavor #every #experiences

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