Atmospheric Quotes

“Most cities are like deserts: concrete and steel, dust and ash, rusty detritus in the outskirts, the occasional oasis.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.”
― Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

“About a third of the motel was painted a sandy beige, with a tide line of rain revealing the original color: faded green, the color of old money.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“What happens to our island affects all of us, including my boys.” Isa looked Marco in the eyes, like a boa constrictor eyeing its prey. “That gives me every right to an opinion.”
― Margarita Barresi, A Delicate Marriage

“It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.”
― Philip Reeve, Mortal Engines

“The woods took over—dark and patient, always damp, always watching.”
― D.L. Maddox, Killer

“The paved path at Bald Hill always felt more like a promise than a trail—broad, human, predictable.”
― D.L. Maddox, Killer

“The smell changed before the light did: wet soil, rot, and something faintly metallic tucked under it all.”
― D.L. Maddox, Killer

“Many Australians experienced a sense of unease, a sense of being watched by unseen eyes.”
― Michael G. Kramer, The Full Circle for Mick

“Sunset painted the sky. Royal Wood, clad in spring green, rustled in a breeze. A fine evening for a stroll.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

“Gentle waves rolled in on the long, sandy beach below. Sun poured down as warm as honey, and a soft breeze caressed her face.”
― Dawn Chalker, Bear Me in Mind

“She lay in darkness so thick she could feel its pressure all around her.”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“Night changed the streets.
It dressed them in the mourning clothes named darkness, and applied the makeup called mystery.”
― Hideyuki Kikuchi, A Wind Named Amnesia / Invader Summer

“A bracing wind swirls about the boy and alights gently upon his shoulder to gape frightfully at droplets of fate joined infirmly to a sweep of atmospheric and lunar forces far beyond their capabilities to resist. He takes a long, deep breath of air—cleansed through its migration—and he closes his eyes.

Scattered waves roll back in to the sea.”
― Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe

“Aus dem dämmrigen Dunkel der Nacht trat eine feste, schwarze Masse von Gebäuden hervor, die sich über einer gewaltigen Fläche ausbreiteten. Das Dorf Mokroje zählte zweitausend Seelen; um diese Stunde schlief jedoch schon alles, nur hier und da schimmerten spärliche Lichter durch die Dunkelheit.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Plötzlich begann er, von Manderley zu erzählen. Er sprach nicht über sein Leben dort, sagte kein Wort über sich selbst, erzählte mir jedoch, wie dort an einem Frühlingsnachmittag die Sonne unterging und auf der Landspitze ein letztes Leuchten hinterließ. Das Meer, noch kalt vom langen Winter, sehe dann aus wie Schiefer, und von der Terrasse aus könne man den Wellenschlag der Flut hören, die in die kleine Bucht strömte.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

“She had always believed the shadows were empty, until they began to answer her back.”
― Gwendoline Vale, The Darkness Between Us

“The city slid by — shop windows glowing, neon reflected on the glass, people in coats and holding umbrellas. Everything moved on, alive in its own rhythm — without her.
Chapter 39”
― Irina Semikop, Voluntary pain

“The transition of seasons is more than a meteorological change; it is a profound shift in the human landscape.”
― Muhammad Ijaz Ul Haq, The First Snowfall Of Winter: Love’s Eternal Light Amidst the Ruins of Despair

“I won’t lie, it scares the dickens out of me to be outside when the lightning starts flashing its light-up-the-sky daggers,”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“The sea wasn’t merely water—it was a creature. Mysterious, ancient, awake.”
― Deni Ar Dente

“In every nook and cranny of Johannesburg there was a hustle and bustle, the reality of daily life, as its inhabitants etched out a meagre existence. Car horns repeatedly being thumped inside an assortment of badly driven, overheated and overworked ramshackle vehicles, from mopeds to rusty bashed trucks and buses. They all bore the scars from manic encounters on the dusty roads.”
― Peter Scott Best, Jew, Berlin to Hollywood: A Holocaust survivors inspiring true story

“The asylum, he was beginning to suspect, wasn't just a repository for the broken-minded. It was a tomb, and he, John, the stoic, cynical nurse, was merely one of its unwitting caretakers, complicit in the very secrets he now felt compelled to uncover.”
― Andreo Romera, The Old Asylum: A Haunting Gothic Psychological Thriller

“The darkness was not outside of her. It had been waiting all along, patient and quiet, beneath her skin.”
― Gwendoline Vale, The Darkness Between Us

“Obsession is not a flame that burns out. It is an ember that waits, glowing in secret, until the right breath brings it back to life.”
― Gwendoline Vale, The Darkness Between Us

“The October air was crisp, brushing across the terrace, swaying the string lights above. The scent of autumn mixed with freshly brewed coffee.
Chapter 44”
― Irina Semikop, Voluntary pain

“Together then. Together, and sealed it with a kiss that tasted of copper and starlight.”
― Michal Polgar, Krelløy: A Lovecraftian Horror Novel of Arctic Isolation and Cosmic Annihilation

“At the bus station, time seems deserted and the atmosphere perplexed.”
― George Peros, URBANIMALITY: Fragments

“If you like the way Alfred Hitchcock built suspense—
letting unease creep in quietly—
THE DOOR might be your kind of read.”
― Eric Brown, THE DOOR: It's not locked. It's waiting.