Hot Full Quotes

#1. Saigon is hot, full of atmosphere, activity, and commerce.

Brendan Fraser

#2. Apple Mary" appeared in Novak's office at dusk, and spoke in voices "hot and sticky - like a furnace full of marshmallows." What made it work was the tremulous, intimate voice of Pat Novak himself -

John Buntin

#3. The world was full of dangers now that she was pregnant: mercury in tuna, hot tubs, beer, secondhand smoke, over-the-counter medicine. Not to mention crazy baby-abducting fairy kings.

Jennifer McMahon

#4. The sky was always full of birdsong and evening smells, piano music from a window, the stone buildings glowing against the blue, like cream poured over something tart and hot.

Olivia Sudjic

#5. Looking at him makes my stomach feel like it's full of hot, melted butter.

M. Leighton

#6. Stubborn, loyal, utterly driven to accomplish your mission." "Basically, you're both crazy heroes." "And everybody thinks you're both hot," says Dee. I scoff. "Now I know you're full of it.

Susan Ee

#7. The day of the worst thing in the world was long and hot and bright, packed so full of summer autumn seeped out through the stitches.

Catherynne M Valente

#8. She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#9. Ah, well ... hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.

Susan Kay

#10. Iranian parents can't stop their children. They're just wild - they want to party, they want their rights, they want to paint, they want to dance. No one can stop these new generations coming. That's why Iran has to open up: it's like a pot full of hot water, vapour and steam.

Golshifteh Farahani

#11. John's mouth felt full of hot pennies.

Jordan Harper

#12. Few in these hot, dim, strenuous times are quite sane or free; choked with care like clocks full of dust, laboriously doing so much good and making so much money - or so little, they are no longer good for themselves.

John Muir

#13. Anhil's coffee was hot, dark, full-flavored, perfect chasing the equally well-turned donut: golden brown, dense without being leaden, not too sweet.

A.M. Homes

#14. The full impact of silver
liquid fire, hot and flowing hit me hard in that place in your belly that doesn't exist for food, but for something else entirely. It exists solely to possess the feeling that it barely held in check right then. I don't know what it was. I don't think it has a name.

S.L. Naeole

#15. No. I'm not hot, and I don't want to do the Squeaky Dance." Simon sighed. This day was full of disappointments.

Anne Bishop

#16. Here, rancid air hangs heavily in a void, its texture thick, liquid, clinging, in a night full of the hot smells of decay.

Robert Dunbar

#17. The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.

Jean Cocteau

#18. I am not good. Something in Faith's head broke free, beating black wings into the sky. Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved. She did not feel hot or helpless any more. She felt the way snakes looked when they moved.

Frances Hardinge

#19. I'm cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be.

Kate Meader

#20. I had to drive to Minneapolis once, and went on a back road just to see the country. But there was nothing to see. It's just flat and hot, and full of corn and soybeans and hogs. Every once in a while you come across a farm or some dead little town where the liveliest thing is the flies.

Bill Bryson

#21. Hot damn, Wip. We've got a stone-cold fox on our hands."
Willa flipped Ginger the bird without looking away from the full-length mirror. "This touching family sitcom moment brought to you by the letters F and U.

Tessa Bailey

#22. Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot

Wilfred Owen

#23. Voters inclined to loathe and fear elite Ivy League schools rarely make fine distinctions between Yale and Harvard. All they know is that both are full of rich, fancy, stuck-up and possibly dangerous intellectuals who never sit down to supper in their undershirt no matter how hot the weather gets.

Russell Baker

#24. For some women, a man is their whole meal. For me, life is a full meal and a man is just the hot sauce. If a man wants to be my whole meal, I say, 'That's nice, baby, but right now, I'm already full.

Lisa Nicole Carson

#25. Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.
Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.
Is the glass part full or part empty?
Take another sip.
And now?

Vera Nazarian

#26. A WATERY BLISS

As busy as an ice cream freezer,
On a Sunday getting hotter,
Happy is the honey eater-
The busy ocean otter,
Floating alongside Teter,
On a sea full of water.

Giorge Leedy

#27. He was pouring vinegar onto the hot grill, where it sputtered and foamed and hissed. The air was full of it for a few seconds, enough to get everyone at the counter teared up, but just as quickly it was gone, with an implicit promise that anything so intensely horrible would be design pass swiftly.

Richard Russo

#28. Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

William Shakespeare

#29. You read yourself full, you pray yourself hot, and then you turn yourself loose.

Timothy B. Tyson

#30. She had Jessica Rabbit's curves and full lips that made him wish he was a tube of ChapStick.

Avery Flynn

#31. I tend to be most interested in the kinds of people that don't sweeten or dilute themselves for the sake of people's tastes.Who never soften the blow for who they are.I prefer the people that i connect with to be full strength and searing hot. And able to rouse my weary,idle heart.

Beau Taplin

#32. I don't want to end my career and then start something, I like to do something while my career is still hot and I've always enjoyed designing. There's plenty of time after my tennis to definitely go full-time fashion, when I have arthritis and all that fun stuff.

Serena Williams

#33. So slowly the hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.

D.H. Lawrence

#34. The hot air wrapped me up like a blanket, curling around my body and making me want to hang my tongue out like a dog. And then spray it with water. From a fire hose. On full blast. I don't know, I think the heat was messing with my mind. It

Robert J. Crane

#35. I'm loading a dump truck full of mulch for a landscaping job when my cell phone rings. It's hot day and I wipe the sweat off my brow while removing one of my work gloves. It's hard labor, no question,

Faith Sullivan

#36. He had heard it sure enough, wailing underground in clubs and speakeasies, all through Prohibition, hot, polyphonic, toe-tapping, full of syncopated rhythms and bent, naughty notes - perfect for small and secret spaces.

Nicole Mones

#37. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

William Shakespeare

#38. Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.

Virginia Woolf

#39. My week is full-tilt boogie. I wake up every morning, and the singular thought in my head is that maybe today is the day that I'm going to find an artist who is so amazing, an artist who will change pop culture. I'm in hot pursuit, always.

Lyor Cohen

#40. More dangerous than being in a house full of vampires? I think I'll take my chances, Mr. Fallinsworth."

"I think we're way past formalities here since my cock has been inside that hot, wet, delicious body of yours.

K.L. Kreig

#41. I don't worship God may be because I am not afraid of him.. yes.. I find lord Shiva a man.. man worth exploring.. mad.. with all emotions at extreme level.. full of anger yet calm.. always high.. and above all.. he is hot!!!

Himmilicious

#42. Night was spreading slowly around the spinning Earth. It should have been full of pinpricks of light. It was not.
There were five billion people down there. What was going to happen soon would make barbarism look like a picnic - hot, nasty, and eventually given over to the ants.

Neil Gaiman

#43. Everywhere the grain stood ripe and the hot afternoon was full of the smell of the ripe wheat, like the smell of bread baking in an oven. The breath of the wheat and the sweet clover passed him like pleasant things in a dream.

Willa Cather

#44. Then James took Parker's hands, and without waiting, gave her a long, hot kiss that made her nearly forget there were a hundred people watching. Then he pulled back and smiled that full, wonderful grin, his dark eyes so happy.
"Parker," he said, "always lovely to see you.

Kristan Higgins

#45. For chrissake folks what is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare? Take off your shoes for a while, unzip your fly, piss hearty, dig your toes in the hot sand, feel that raw and rugged earth, split a couple of big toenails, draw blood! Why not?

Edward Abbey

#46. I expect you (William Whitelaw) were as impressed as I was to read of the recent electrocution in Florida of a character called John Spenkelink in the electric chair. It seems that a full six minutes passed before Spenkelink was dead, during which time he hopped about like a prawn on a hot plate.

William Donaldson

#47. That's pretty hot," he said.
"Punching me in the eye?"
"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports."
"I'm sure you are.

Richelle Mead

#48. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

William Shakespeare

#49. Fourth of July. My birthday is July first, and my best friend's birthday is July fifth, so it's always been a favorite holiday. It's all about having a cooler full of sodas, hot dogs, and just hanging out and shooting off firecrackers, being low-key, watching the fireworks.

Hilarie Burton

#50. Ewan McGregor and I had very similar first-time light sabre experiences. We both burned ourselves! These things are hot - they're full of batteries!

Hayden Christensen

#51. You shouldn't kiss me like that unless it means something to you." Max's lip trembled beneath her thumb. A deep groan rose from his chest. And then he was pushing to his feet, pulling her with him. His mouth covered hers, hot and wet and full of a driving need she answered kiss for kiss.

Julie Miller

#52. Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs.

Cormac McCarthy

#53. The house was full of murmuring voices. I could practically feel each room getting choked with the hot breath of other people.

Adam Rapp

#54. Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Kurt Vonnegut

#55. Maybe my husband's hot brother-in-law would rehearse his underground band with The Beach Boys in the garage. Come to think of it, I think my entire thirties were based on episodes of Full House. Not exactly realistic.

Karina Halle

#56. As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.

Kurt Vonnegut

#57. This party is just full of children, and someone needs to leave them in a hot car.

Bill Maher

#58. Meantime, the world in which we exist has other aims. But it will pass away, burnt up in the fire of its own hot passions; and from its ashes will spring a new and younger world, full of fresh hope, woth the light of morning in its eyes.

Bertrand Russell

#59. It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream.
This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment ...

J.K. Rowling