Quotes About Heat

I played golf in Dubai with my cousin and brother, but I wouldn't do it again because I was dripping with sweat in the heat and wasn't able to last the whole round.

At one of the games I broadcast at Florida State a few years back, the mercury soared to 105 degrees, and you try attempting to look composed and professional, providing insight from the benches, while sweat pours into your eyes.

I don't like getting into hot cars when it's been sitting outside. You're already sweating and you get into the car and you're profusely sweating.

But this is Miami, you can't come to Miami and not show any skin. You gotta show something. If you're all covered up in this heat, you're gonna make me pass out out just to look at you. It's sweaty in Miami-but the diamonds will keep me cool.

Like broccoli, their closely related cousins, Brussels sprouts benefit from extremely high heat and browning, to the point of a near-char, in order to intensify their sweetness and bring out their unique nutty flavor without turning them overwhelmingly sulfurous.

I am not really a fan of beaches or lying by swimming pools, and as I have quite sensitive skin, the sun is my enemy.

I grew up in northern California, where it was consistently in the hundreds in the summertime. My dad didn't think he should have to turn on the air conditioning when we had a swimming pool in our backyard; it was our built-in air conditioner.

Atheism is so senseless. When I look at the solar system, I see the earth at the right distance from the sun to receive the proper amounts of heat and light. This did not happen by chance.

Shane felt a jolt of heat, a desire that threatened to overwhelm rational thought. And perhaps for the moment that was all right.

Toen ze weer over het grind liep, terug naar de mannen, begon de zon als een gek om haar as te tollen, het groen werd dieper groen, de warmte nog bladstiller en nog luier vlijde het lauwe gras zich neer, maar hoogstwaarschijnlijk was dit allemaal maar verhitte verbeelding.

For nine months of the year Inspector Cramer of Homicide, big and broad and turning gray, looked the part well enough, but in the summertime the heat kept his face so red that he was a little gaudy.

I know ladies don't sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets.

It had been unusually hot all summer. Ben Cresswell could feel the sun scorching his thighs through his cricket whites as he sat on the clubhouse veranda, waiting for his turn at bat. Colonel Huntley sat beside him, mopping his red and sweaty face. He was wearing pads because he was next up at bat. He wasn't as good a batsman as Ben, but he was team captain, and in village cricket, seniority often took precedence over ability. Only

Today the city melted in a heat wave. The crystal skyscrapers glittered like knives (this is a city of knives), steel-and-glass blades inlaid with the reflections of other knives, mirrors within mirrors within mirrors, knives that thrust up at the scorched clouds, presaging that evening's little death… As always, beneath the vaulted brilliance the infernal shadows of the streets were filled with the phantoms of murdered girls.

There are no physicists in the hottest parts of hell, because the existence of a 'hottest part' implies a temperature difference, and any marginally competent physicist would immediately use this to run a heat engine and make some other part of hell comfortably cool. This is obviously impossible.

Her skin seemed to bum with countless harts.

town gas boosted to higher heat content with natural gas. By 1940, the national network of gas pipelines, though far from complete, spidered from Texas and Louisiana up through the Middle West and eastward into Pennsylvania.

A fuel's octane rating is a measure of how much it can be compressed before the heat of compression ignites it. Octane ratings at American gasoline pumps today, for example, range from 87 to 93. Pure alcohol has an octane rating of 105.

Indeed, Hera said. ?Porphyrion, the strongest of his kind. Gaea needed a great deal of power to raise him again —my power. For weeks I've grown weaker as my essence was used to grow him a new form. ?So you're like a heat lamp,Leo guessed. ?Or fertilizer.

Ever hold your hand over a torch (sorry, a flashlight for you Americans).

I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence—everything a little dust devil like me could want.

There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.

The secret to delicious scrambled eggs was to cook them in a saucepan with bubbling butter and stir them constantly with a wooden spoon. Keep the heat medium-low. Resist the temptation to turn up the gas and cook the damn thing in two seconds. Only patience would allow the eggs to come together soft and fluffy and very, very light

Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party.