#bells

If people want bells and whistles and all of that, there are bells and whistles available. If they don't want bells and whistles there are places to go where they are not available. ↗

— Jim Lehrer

#bells #bells and whistles #go #people #places

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#beginning #begins #bells #century #divisions

We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells. ↗

— Paul McCartney

#army #beatles #bells #buddies #came

Our show doesn't rely on the typical whistles and bells, and smoke and mirrors. It relies mostly on the music. ↗

— Juice Newton

#mirrors #mostly #music #our #relies

I played with Eddie Taylor's son, Tim Taylor and Carey Bells son Lurie Bell. ↗

— Jimmy Smith

#bells #carey #eddie #i #played

From one bell all the bells toll. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #god #literature #literature-quotes #poems

I don't know. I can't tell the future I just work there. ↗

— Steven Moffat

#the-bells-of-saint-john #the-doctor #timey-wimey #doctor-who

[Non-flammable? Challenge accepted.] [Alan], I texted, [arson is bad.] [It's in the spirit of academic inquiry! It's SCIENCE!] ['Science' is not a legal defense.] [Damn them.] ↗

— KD Sarge

#louder-than-sirens #love-is-always-write #love

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. ↗

— Erich Segal

#banners #bells #checked #comes #ears

The bells gave tongue: Gaude, Sabaoth, John, Jericho, Jubilee, Dimity, Batty Thomas and Tailor Paul, rioting and exulting high up in the dark tower, wide mouths rising and falling, brazen tongues clamouring, huge wheels turning to the dance of the leaping ropes. Tin tan din dan bim bam bom bo--tan tin din dan bam bim bo bom--tan dan tin bam din bo bim bom--every bell in her place striking tuneably, hunting up, hunting down, dodging, snapping, laying her blows behind, making her thirds and fourths, working down to lead the dance again. Out over the flat, white wastes of fen, over the spear-straight, steel-dark dykes and the wind-bent, groaning poplar trees, bursting from the snow-choked louvres of the belfry, whirled away southward and westward in gusty blasts of clamour to the sleeping counties went the music of the bells--little Gaude, silver Sabaoth, strong John and Jericho, glad Jubilee, sweet Dimity and old Batty Thomas, with great Tailor Paul bawling and striding like a giant in the midst of them. Up and down went the shadows of the ringers upon the walls, up and down went the scarlet sallies flickering roofwards and floorwards, and up and down, hunting in their courses, went the bells of Fenchurch St. Paul. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#lord-peter-wimsey #murder-mystery #music