Mary Berry Quotes

I love my camera crews on all my jobs. It's the half of the job that the audience never gets to see. They're integral. They're as much a part of making a movie or television show as I am.

The original purpose of the beards was to help with the wind when it's blowing in your face. When you're out there in the woods hunting like we are all the time, we found that facial hair helps you to stay a lot warmer.

If you go to Minnesota in January, you should know that it's gonna be cold. You don't panic when the thermometer falls below zero.

I was so cold the other day, I almost got married.

You don't think about the cold weather. I'm just going to go out and play ball, do the best I can, and hope the team wins.

Being southern and doing bobsled was difficult from the standpoint that I had no idea how to handle the cold and how to dress in the cold, let alone warm up and compete in the cold - so it was a definite shock. I didn't even own a coat when I first started bobsledding!

I grew up in Southern California. If it's snowing on a day I'm supposed to train, I'll just stare out the window in all my gear and be like, 'Hmmm, maybe not today.' I hate being cold.

My dad would come to pick me up from high school in a beaver-skin cap, big gloves, his parka and everything. It was so funny to see him show up - his beard all frozen from being out with the dogs.

It's cold out. It's even cold in Florida. So cold today that Katherine Harris put on a third layer of makeup.

Sometimes you have to play like it's a little bit warmer, which is hard when you can't feel your face. You just try and do the best you can and make sure that you become really good friends with wardrobe, so that they give you all sorts of hand warmers and body warmers.

One might think that a boy who was out in the snow for so long would get cold, but Max was not. He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys who are part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.

If it’s zero degrees outside today and it’s supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

It's freezing up here. What did you use to keep warm?" "Indignation," said Michelangelo. "Best fuel I know. Never burns out.

I don't care what the weather is, I will always wear my coats. I am always freezing, so it works out perfectly for me!

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.

To a child all weather is cold.

Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.

My nipples could cut glass.

Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.

I have come to know the mutability of all human relationships and have learned to insulate myself against both heat and cold so that a temperature balance is fairly well assured.

Two women placed together makes cold weather.

It's a cold night out tonight. The Padres better warm up real good because it's stiff out there.