Gloomy Atmosphere Quotes

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

The Opera was a very cold film, a hopeless and dark film, no hope, no love.

I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.

It's never sunny in Buffalo.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

I had no fun. My family was too serious.

All dark and comfortless.

I spend a fair chunk of time in Los Angeles, and after about ten days of warmth and unbroken clear skies, you start to yearn for a bit of good old British gloom and rain!

The rainy season in Vermont is not long, but it definitely gets gloomy.

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.

We've mastered the art of making pretty music that makes you want to die.

New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

I find it hard to take rock groups very seriously or treat them with respect. There is something absurd about these gloomy young men getting together and banging away.

New York in spring and autumn is absolutely beautiful, but the winter is absolutely depressing.

He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again.

In Scotland, beautiful as it is, it was always raining. Even when it wasn't raining, it was about to rain, or had just rained. It's a very angry sky.

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.