Top 35 Heat Death Quotes
#1. Any death prior to the heat death of the universe is premature if your life is good.
Nick Bostrom
#2. One day the rotting remains of their libraries will disintegrate so completely that they will be indistinguishable from the world's wrack of stray eddies and meaningless scribbles, the untide of heat death. The
Yoon Ha Lee
#3. The game is never over; there's no finish line this side of heat death.
Peter Watts
#4. In case you're not a computer person, I should probably point out that 'Real Soon Now' is a technical term meaning 'sometime before the heat-death of the universe, maybe'.
Scott Fahlman
#5. Entropy," she chirps. "It's the theory that all matter in the universe is gradually moving toward the same temperature. Also known as 'heat death.
Veronica Roth
#6. Thanks to the discoveries of astronomers in the twentieth century, we now know that the heat death is a myth. The heat death can never happen, and there is no paradox.
Freeman Dyson
#7. If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.
Pythagoras
#8. Things in Arizona don't just die; they bake and fry in the heat until there is nothing left.
Jeffry R. Halverson
#10. All that hath been majestical
In life or death, since time began,
Is native in the simple heart of all,
The angel heat of man.
James Russell Lowell
#11. One of the big questions in the climate change debate: Are humans any smarter than frogs in a pot? If you put a frog in a pot and slowly turn up the heat, it won't jump out. Instead, it will enjoy the nice warm bath until it is cooked to death. We humans seem to be doing pretty much the same thing.
Jeff Goodell
#12. Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
Nancy Gibbs
#13. Good is positive. Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#14. We never had anybody who froze to death playing football. You probably had somebody who died from heat stroke playing football.
Bud Grant
#15. The start and unexpected miracle of a night fades out with the lingering death of the last starts and the premature birth of the first newsboys. The flame retreats to some remote and platonic fire; the white heat has gone from the iron and the glow from the coal.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#16. all is dead
but for the mosquitoes
singing
their blood song
Thabo Jijana
#17. That's the old ecological tale that explains humans' inability to fully appreciate global warming. To wit: if you drop a frog in a pan of hot water, it jumps out. If you drop it in a pan of cold water, then turn the heat up slowly, you can roast it to death.
Clive Thompson
#18. Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now.
Ciaran O. Dwynvil
#19. Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you."
Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder.
Donna Grant
#20. Soldiers in the heat of battle; death-row prisoners; explorers stranded in deserts, jungles, on mountaintops; anyone sick or lost or just tired and bewildered: we all wanted our mothers.
Marisa De Los Santos
#21. Mark and the old soldier were about a mile away from the village when the stench of death hit them like a fresh wave of unbearable heat.
James Dashner
#22. A man dies and his skin loses heat like the sand on a summer evening. It makes you feel like warming him up.
Erri De Luca
#23. Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#24. Wasn't there some belief about how if you drop a frog into boiling water, it will jump right out? But if you put it in cold water and turn up the heat gradually, it will allow itself to slowly cook to death?
Lisa Unger
#25. For God was as large as a sunlamp and laughed his heat at us and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole.
Anne Sexton
#26. The streets transform every ordinary day into a series of trick questions, and every incorrect answer risks a beat-down, a shooting, or a pregnancy. No one survives unscathed. And yet the heat that springs from the constant danger, from a lifestyle of near-death experience, is thrilling.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
#27. And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.
Joseph Conrad
#28. Hardly has the universe stretched its wings to span
When it gathers to egg once more
J. Aleksandr Wootton
#29. After a day of heat and hunger, one is weak and listless. But a certain stuport, an internal numbness, has its benefits: man could not survive here without it, for otherwise the biological, animal part of his nature would bite to death everything that is still human in him.
Ryszard Kapuscinski
#30. They were all impatient for a kill. They wanted to fill their noses with the hot, acrid death that issued from a deer's carcass minutes after it drew its last breath, the smell that allowed them, as men, to tremble momentarily with the sensation of life, its heat and quiet.
Christopher Bollen
#31. She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.
Toni Morrison
#32. Heat, dirt, blood, death. Life is made of these things.
Erica Cameron
#33. I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
Patricia Briggs
#34. This is what I'm going to remember on the day I die," he said. "Right before I close my eyes, I'm going to remember this, the way your hand feels, the heat of your leg against mine, the smell of the skin on the back of your neck, like burnt sugar.
Sarah Black
#35. The antidote to death was and always would be the heat and fury of life itself.
David Hewson
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