Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!
When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.
Texas is generally 82 degrees year round. I always tell people you don't know cold until you have been to Boston.
I actually didn't find too many differences between B-town and the south. The difference lies in the temperature. I was shooting when it was 45 degrees Celsius in Chennai; Mumbai is cooler.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.
Desserts are all about form and function, about warm and hot and cold. I want every component to hit your palate on different levels at different times.
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.
I grew up in Boston, so it's a nice change to be cold after living in California.
In L.A. summer's blistering heat, I've seen many girls wearing short skirts with Ugg boots. I like the boots, and the short skirts, but I've always wondered, don't their feet get hot?
Generally, I find the hotter the temperature, the cooler I am.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.
I'm here to tell you the coffee was hot, the orange juice was cold, New York's still there and Reagan National is back.
Where most of the country is, well, hot - from the bone-baking dry heat of the desert to the flesh-melting humidity of Kerala in the south - Kashmir is cool: so cool, in fact, that in the winter, the temperatures can sink to sub-zero.
here in the summer desert, winter found my blood
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
Usually, in a studio, when it's supposed to look cold, it's boiling hot. And then, the hot scenes, you're freezing.
The desert is cold early in the morning. Laying down on that sand is like laying on a block of ice.
I'm cold in summer. I'm the coldest person ever! It's very ironic I'm never cold in the scripts. Every time I'm shooting, if you don't see a part of me, there are hot water bottles there.
I'm working on a snow scene right now, and it's summer. It's hot, and I will get chilly. I'll have to turn on the heat. My wife walks in, and it's 95 degrees in the studio. I know it's nutty, but it's a projection you have where you step into the painting.
