Quotes About Heat

Looking at the fire on the stone.

Nothing is more on the nose, than sun cream.

The flame that is naturally clear always gives the most light and heat. If I could blend my talent for poetry and music into one, the light would burn still clearer, and I might go far.

ZENITH / NOON beats out / on its solar anvil / the rays of light

Fire is calling my name. It is whispering words of encouragement, sweet things. It wants out, for me to fan the heat until it's a vortex that can't and won't be stopped.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Hang on there," the man cautioned, "you're still medium rare. I'm gonna cook you until you're charbroiled.

Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.

awesome power of Thermo!

An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.

Finally, at two minutes to three, in the sweltering heat of a Mesopotamian summer afternoon, I crossed the no-man's land into Syria.

His first determination, in 1843, of the mechanical equivalent of heat was ignored, and subsequent determinations were given little attention until Thomson and Stokes took notice at the British Association meeting in 1847.

Thomson particularly admired Fourier's agnostic theoretical method, based on mathematical models that were useful but at the same time noncommittal on the difficult question of the nature of heat.

squeeze a pomegranate in a juicer, heat the juice enough to mix in an equal amount of sugar, and then for each cup of juice, add an ounce of pomegranate molasses and half a teaspoon of orange-blossom water.

It's hot as blazes in South Dakota in August, and the prairie is a mighty big place to search. To do the job swiftly, we'd need a small army of workers. What we had, it turns out, was a very large army of very small workers: the ants burrowing into the prairie by the billions. The

Some people were in the park pretending it was warm, exercising that necessary Scottish thrift with weather which hoards every good day in the hope of some year amassing a summer. The scene was a kind of Method School of Weather—a lot of people trying to achieve a subjective belief in the heat in the hope of convincing one another.

Wind is God's way of balancing heat. Wind is the way you shift heat from areas where it's hotter to areas where it's cooler. That's what wind is.

God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.

God is an iron... and that's a hot one.

The physical relationship between CO2 molecules and the atmosphere and the trapping of heat is as well-established as gravity, for God's sakes. It's not some mystery.

August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge.

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.

I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.