Quotes About Heat

A blowtorch is a wonderful thing. You can get one of those for about 25 bucks at Home Depot. And there's a ton of things that you can use a blowtorch for, in browning a steak or touching up the browning of a chicken or making creme brulee.

Unlike charcoal grills, which take up to 30 minutes or more to heat up, wood pellet grills can give off an even heat quite quickly. And, unlike propane grills which heat up quickly but lack flavor, foods cooked on pellet grills are rich in smokiness and succulence.

What we call barbecuing in this country is actually direct grilling. In many countries, it also means cooking in an enclosed box with a heat source, ideally wood, all year round.

We heat our home with wood so the fireplace is always going and it's pretty cozy in here, which is good because we have long winters in Wisconsin.

For nearly 2 million years, our ancestors survived and thrived and spread across the planet because they could run other mammals into heat exhaustion.

Unfortunately, I'm heat intolerant. I tend not to go in heat, I avoid the bath, I have lukewarm showers - and now I am throwing myself into the heat of Dubai and trying to run.

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.

And his left nipple was centimetres above my right eye. I wanted to lean my head back and lick it – not from desire but from that idiocy always there to subvert desire and render it ludicrous. Our human heat was a third creature bevelling between us.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

The religion of the Jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat, and illumines nothing but itself

Her snooch got all warm

I try to run on the hottest days, at the hottest time, because that's the most difficult time. And sometimes I worry about drying out, and dying.

Yes, the heat lacerated the heart. And alone she resisted it, entire, virgin, the envy of the sea.

Não havia nada a fazer aqui, os livros derretiam-se nas mãos. E as histórias caíam em pedaços sob os golpes sombrios e silenciosos dos zangões. Sim, o calor dilacerava o coração. E só lhe resistia inteiro, virgem, o desejo do mar. Sara pousou o livro nos degraus da varanda. Os outros já estavam no mar. Ou, se não estavam, iam mergulhar de um momento para o outro.

It was like pressing your thumbnail against a radiator when it's really hot and the pain starts and it makes you want to cry and the pain keeps hurting even when you take your thumb away from the radiator.

The Dordogne in 1984 was the nadir. Diarrhea, moths like flying hamsters, the blowtorch heat. Awake at three in the morning on a damp and lumpy mattress. Then the storm. Like someone hammering sheets of tin. Lightning so bright it came through the pillow. In the morning sixty, seventy dead frogs turning slowly in the pool. And at the far end something larger and furrier, a cat perhaps, or the Franzetti's dog, which Katie was poking with a snorkel.

I think it takes some terrible or great event to fuse two people together without inhibition. Without heat or shock, it can't be done. I believe that's why sexual love, which needn't be, is so intensely intertwined with sin.

Hoheit, do you know why crows are black? No, I never thought of it. They taste lousy, and they're black as a sure sign to predators that they're crows, who will taste lousy. Why aren't they yellow? They live in cold climates, and black absorbs heat. They don't need camouflage, so they can take advantage of the way their color soaks up the sunlight. Why do you ask me these questions? Klodwig demanded. To remind you, Hoheit, not to argue with nature.

People who live in hot weather, especially if they do physical labor, need more salt because they must replace the salt that is lost in sweating.

Não dá certo ter dois cozinheiros fortemente armados a esmurrar-se no meio da linha por causa de uma situação melindrosa, tendo à volta recipientes cheios de óleo a ferver e facas afiadas como navalhas.

The crematorium was a blaze of sunshine.

The idea that political virtue is all on one side is both mischievous and absurd. We allow ourselves to talk in that way because indignation, scorn, and sometimes, I fear, vituperation, are the fuel with which the necessary heat of debate is maintained.

A round dinner-table,' said he, with some heat, 'is the most abominable article of furniture that ever was invented. I hope that Arabin has more taste than to allow such a thing in his house.

La verilitá, he thought, hardness of stone, heat of fires well banked. This man should never be a monk, nonetheless… Julian paused and chided himself. "Tuttavia e realmente dedicato." Dedication, a rare and wondrous quality, one he himself had lost during the stultifying years of Court life.