I'm already hot, you could say I'm pre-heated. If money talks, mine's telling your's to 'be seated
— J. Cole
Most Powerful Hot Seat quotations
I've sat on the hot seat and I felt its hotness
He will be with you also, all the way, that faithful God.
Every morning when you awaken to the old and tolerable pain, at every mile of the hot uphill dusty road of tiring duty, on to the judgment seat, the same Christ there as ever, still loving you, still sufficient for you, even then. And then, on through all eternity.
I'm the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop!
He will be with you also, all the way, that faithful God.
Every morning when you awaken to the old and tolerable pain, at every mile of the hot uphill dusty road of tiring duty, on to the judgment seat, the same Christ there as ever, still loving you, still sufficient for you, even then. And then, on through all eternity.
Doing the press, it's part of my job, so I do it with a smile on my face, but I'm not comfortable in the hot seat.
You can read all the books you want, watch all the movies and get all of the advice, but until you're actually in directing, in the hot seat, that's when you find out what you're made of. Also, you just learn so much from doing.
President Bush is in the hot seat over Iraqi pre-war intelligence.
Remember the good ol' days when the only thing the president was trying to cover up was a stain?
Since the journey is a metaphor - the most ambiguous and seductive of metaphors, we tell ourselves - it can also be born of immobility. There is no need to drag our bodies around so much, all dressed up. It's hot, there are flies, diseases. It is enough to close our eyes, seated on a chair in the shade, to float on the waves of imagination. Isn't that what books are there for?
I don't have to write jokes. I don't have to write insults. If you ask the man of the hour in the hot seat, my mere existence is clearly insult enough.
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
Is this seat taken?" a warm sexy drawl asked and I lifted my gaze and smiled up at Dank. "Yes. I'm saving it for my smoking hot boyfriend," I replied teasingly. Dank slid in beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hmmm, well he should have gotten here sooner. You snooze, you lose.
I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My battered Impala was still parked there on the side of the road and I wanted to lie down on the shredded seats and sleep and sleep. But I thought of the bones; I could hear them singing. They needed me to write their song.