Quotes About Heat

We live inside the atmosphere of an active star.

I always say I'll never make a film in Austin in summer, but I always end up here.

It's always hot in Australia.

I don't want to engage in politics; it's too hot.

What we should understand here is that it's not food or breathing that life ultimately needs, but energy. And the most direct expression of energy is heat. In this sense, temperature expresses the essence of life. When you feel the heat in your body, you're observing the most central operations of your life. You're connected to the essence of life.

Create the temperature of your passion!

It was August. August! The light in the trees, full of fury.

Examples of such self-reorganization abound in Order Out of Chaos. Heat moving evenly through a liquid suddenly, at a certain threshold, converts into a convection current that radically reorganizes the liquid, and millions of molecules, as if on cue, suddenly form themselves into hexagonal cells.

Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun.

People don't freeze in winter, but at the beach on a summer's day.

We sat down in front of the earth's great philosopher-the Fire.

It was, to reiterate, to stress, to accentuate the point, to leave no doubt, hot.

Summer was his foe with all its heat, noise, plump water, and bladed grasses belonging to the flowers, mosquitos, frogs, and twittering cicadas—little lives and little bugs. All he deserved was the silence of a chilling night, the detachment of cold winter. He saw himself as a dwindling man of winter.

Early in the nineteenth century, Jean Baptiste Joseph Fourier was investigating what determines the temperature of terrestrial bodies such as the earth. He speculated that part of the answer was that atmospheric gases might inhibit heat from escaping, thereby warming the earth's surface.

Summer makes me suicidal. It sucks all the magick out of life, and even sleeping becomes an exercise in fruitless brutality. I cannot comprehend what it is in the souls who await this misery. Nothing worthwhile can survive the heat. The birds and the bees are harbingers of hell, ushering in a season of disease. There is nothing in these months that speaks to me. It conspires to keep me from ever reaching home.

Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.

I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the Sun so violently darted his Rays, that the Heat, which attracted them, as it does the thickest Clouds, carried me up so high, that at length I found my self above the middle Region of the Air.

It's interesting to note that when something like a virus tries to poison us, the first thing our bodies do is heat up. We burn away the infection. Maybe that's what Earth is doing to us.

I wouldn't say one is easier or more difficult, but when you're inside a costume and a mask, you have to endure heat - and, often, difficulty seeing. The vision is not very good in a mask. And you have to cope with that, as well as trying to think about this character.

Feeling the wind rush in through the broken window, Mary thought of how Gooch would say, "You're letting out the heat," when she kept the door open, and "You're letting out the cold," when her nose was in the Kenmore. It struck her that there must be some other door left open through which she'd let out Gooch.

Cap parked and got out. It was hot but not humid, and it was glorious. Hot but not humid . Did everyone on the East Coast know about this?

the room was warming up and there was nothing quite like the comfort of being cold, then slowly feeling the heat approaching and arriving and spreading.

The two men emerged from the narrow street into the open square in front of Notre-Dame Basilica, weaving around tourists taking photographs of themselves in front of the cathedral. When looked at years from now, they'd see the magnificent structure, and a whole lot of sweaty people in shorts and sundresses wilting in the scorching heat as the sun throbbed down on the cobblestones.

The general struggle for existence of animate beings is not a struggle for raw materials – these, for organisms, are air, water and soil, all abundantly available – nor for energy which exists in plenty in any body in the form of heat, but a struggle for [negative] entropy, which becomes available through the transition of energy from the hot sun to the cold earth.