Quotes About Sweltering

Thus, the Earth was once a jungle world, a sweltering hothouse planet devoid of snow.

Tell me,' Artemis said, his voice still weak. 'How do I know you?' And so Holly began her story: 'It all started in Ho Chi Minh City one summer. It was sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort if something extremely important had not been at stake. Important to the plan Ã¢â'¬Â¦

It's hotter than a two-peckered alley cat up in here. Humidity must be close to a hundred.

It was so hot we spent our waking hours dozing and our sleeping hours lying awake, trying to sleep.

The room was crowded and sweltering. Fans whirred impotently. Men were hooking fingers into collars to let in air. Sweat coated faces. Myron looked at Brenda. She looked small and alone and scared, but she would not look away. He felt her take his hand. He gripped back. She stood ramrod straight now, her head high. The

The sweltering darkness and vast weight of the surrounding silence seemed as eternal as death itself.

In classic noir fiction and film, it is always hot. Fans whirr in sweltering hotel rooms, sweat forms on a stranger's brow, the muggy air stifles - one can hardly breathe. Come nightfall, there is no relief, only the darkness that allows illicit lovers to meet, the trusted to betray, and murderers to act.

Williamsburg was stifling, narcotized by the heat.

A hot breeze, as if breathed from the parted lips of some dragon about to swallow the globe,...

Lucas remembered a sweltering August afternoon when he and Burt had bellowed laughter at a trade article detailing Kroeger's "meteoric rise" to prosperity. "I thought meteors fell down, not up.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

It's hot as hell as can be.

Rows of peanut butter blossom cookies lined the kitchen counters, covering every available space. The kitchen sweltered from the afternoon sun, oven heat, and no air conditioning.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.