Atmospheric Quotes

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

Philip Reeve
“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 utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...
Dead silence.
Literally dead.”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Kiran Desai
“All day, the colours had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths. Briefly visible above the vapour, Kanchenjunga was a far peak whittled out of ice, gathering the last of the night, a plume of snow blown high by the storms at its summit.
Sai, sitting on the veranda, was reading an article about giant squid in an old National Geographic. Every now and then she looked up at Kanchenjunga, observed its wizard phosphorescence with a shiver. The judge sat at the far corner with his chessboard, playing against himself. Stuffed under his chair where she felt safe was Mutt the dog, snoring gently in her sleep. A single bald lightbulb dangled on a wire above. It was cold, but inside the house, it was still colder, the dark, the freeze, contained by stone walls several feet deep.”
Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

Donna Tartt
“The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.”
Donna Tartt, The Secret History

Donna Tartt
“The lamplight was eerie, and, standing there motionless in our bathrobes, sleepy, with shadows flickering all around, I felt as though I had woken from one dream into an even more remote one, some bizarre wartime bomb shelter of the unconscious.”
Donna Tartt, The Secret History

Ashim Shanker
“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

Steven Magee
“It is my conclusion that the human mind and body is essentially a single cell rechargeable battery that is charged from the atmospheric DC voltage and the Earth.”
Steven Magee, Health Forensics

David H. Millar
“Exquisitely embroidered tapestries lined the walls of Medb’s bedroom, but their impact was somewhat reduced by the room’s ambience. A musky odor with pungent accents of stale piss.”
David H. Millar, Conall: The Place of Blood - Rinn-Iru

André Aciman
“On our way we passed a shop where my mother always ordered flowers. As a child I liked to watch the large storefront window awash in a perpetual curtain of water which came sliding down ever so gently, giving the shop an enchanted, mysterious aura that reminded me of how in many films the screen would blur to announce that a flashback was about to occur.”
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“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

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“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

Steven Magee
“Dark Energy is poorly understood and it is clear that we are currently moving into exploring the
complete electromagnetic spectrum that also includes the study of atmospheric pressure waves,
atmospheric voltage effects on the cellular system, and the biological effects of the various forms of
atmospheric radiation transmission.”
Steven Magee

Sara Sheridan
“The smell of roasting meat rose from the street stalls in a sizzle and a fiddle player begged for coin as he rasped a haunting melody. Life could not be more perfect.”
Sara Sheridan, On Starlit Seas

“The instruments were all half desired, half forgotten. It was as if they were left behind by a ghost right in the middle of playing.”
Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora

Philippa Gregory
“Dželat mi prilazi i kaže: "Spustite glavu na panj i raširite ruke kad budete spremni, gospo."
Poslušno spuštam ruke na panj i nespretno kleknem na travu. Osećam njen miris pod kolenima. Osećam bol u leđima i čujem krik galebova i nečiji plač. A onda odjednom, baš kad se spremim da spustim čelo na hrapavu površinu panja i raširim ruke da dam znak krvniku da može da udari, odjednom me preplavljuje talas radosti i žudnje za životom, i kažem: "Ne."
Prekasno je, dželat je već zamahnuo sekirom iznad glave, vež je spušta, ali ja kažem: "Ne" i ustajem, pridržavajući se za panj da se osovim na noge.
Osetim strahovit udarac na potiljku, ali gotovo nikakav bol. Silina udarca obara me na zemlju i ja ponavljam "Ne", i odjednom me obuzima buntovnički zanos. Ne pristajem na volju ludaka Henrija Tjudora, ne spuštam krotko glavu na panj i nikada to neću uraditi. Boriću se za svoj život i vičem "Ne!", pokušavajući da ustanem i "Ne", kad osetim novi udarac, "Ne" dok pužem po travi, a krv mi lipti iz rane na vratu i glavi i zaslepljuje me, ali ne guši moju radost u borbi za život iako mi on izmiče, i svedočenju, do poslednje g časa, o zlu koje Henri Tjudor nanosi meni i mojima. "Ne!", vičem. "Ne! Ne! Ne”
Philippa Gregory, The King's Curse

Iris Murdoch
“There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.”
Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

Steven Magee
“I can only wonder what would have happened to my long term health had I not discovered that the atmospheric DC voltage had gone missing and used the human body DC battery charging techniques to replace it.”
Steven Magee, Curing Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity

Steven Magee
“If you fill the atmosphere with toxins, then you really cannot be surprised if the solar radiation transmission through it becomes toxic to humans.”
Steven Magee, Light Forensics

Sara Sheridan
“The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child – coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered.”
Sara Sheridan, Operation Goodwood

Ray Russell
“But as I sat in that bed, the book in my hands, the city outside silent, I had reason to feel as if a hand from some sub-zero hell had reached up and laid itself-oh, very gently-upon my heart.”
Ray Russell, Haunted Castles

“The route started at the station. The first of twelve swings. I stepped into a sheet of water and worked my way downhill. It was a poor part of town -small houses and courts with mailboxes full of spiders, mailboxes hanging by one nail, old women inside rolling cigarettes and chewing tobacco and humming to their canaries and watching you, an idiot in the rain.”
Lester Young

Helen Oyeyemi
“There was . . . a mirror that crawled across the wall in a wooden frame. When I go into Miri's room all I can see, all I can think of is that enormous mirror, like a lake on the wall.”
Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching

Daphne du Maurier
“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

Ottessa Moshfegh
“I felt I'd walked into a scene from a movie in which someone was going mad, the air heavy with suspense.”
Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

Deborah Landau
“immaculate middle-of-the-night quiet

rainlessness

the late moony sadness
of the one specific mosquito

dear someone

you habituate me to the invisible
I exit through you not as myself”
Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

Iris Murdoch
“In the torpor of the afternoon the remembered road had the slightly menacing and elusive familiarity of a place in a dream when one thinks: I have been here, yet where is it and what is going to happen?”
Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

Daphne du Maurier
“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

Cynthia Barnett
“Today, at any moment, more water rushes through the atmosphere than flows through all the world's rivers combined.”
Cynthia Barnett, Rain: A Natural and Cultural History

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