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When I open my mouth, the room rings.
The temple bell stops
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers
[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
If the knock once and door remain lock, do not turn away. With persistent knocks, the door will be open.
Everything beeps now.
Knock... and ask your heart what it doth know.
If you are lying in bed
Under the sheets next to me
Then who is coming upstairs
Who can the intruder be
Question - How you moved so fast
From the TV room to here?
Must have skipped brushing your teeth
Then, what are the sounds I hear?
Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!
Best that all mischief be undertaken behind a squeaky door
An old bandit adage: A bell is a cup until it is struck.
This is how you answer a door in my neighborhood. WHO IS IT?
I tapped on the door, with all the power of a farting flea.
Every time you hear a bell ring, it means that some angel's just got his wings.
We don't need an alarm system. We barely have anythings worth stealing."
"Do you want me moving in?"
"NO!"
"then you're getting an alarm.
But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.
He pushed me back up against the door, slamming me against the doorbell. I heard it ring out.
"Coming!" I heard Holly say as she clicked across the floor to the front door.
"Not quite, but she's close." He chuckled, removing his hand and leaving me breathless and rosy cheeked.
The doorbells of Heaven were designed for the prayers of the poor.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
The alarm bells shriek again, echoing off the walls. "The hell is that?" asks Tattoo. "And why does it keep going off?" "There's some crazy lady on the loose," says Doc. "Keeps propping open emergency exits. Triggers the alarm. Are you going to let me go?" Well, at least my mom must be doing okay.
Door. Fucker hit me with the bedroom door!
He doesn't jingle my chimes.
A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to peer into my face and explode.
The more Susan waited, the more the doorbell didn't ring. Or the phone.
The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.
Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew ...
the front door of our apartment,
You have knocked at every door?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Have you knocked at that one there?"
"No."
"Knock there.
I'll leave the door unlocked. Be sure to ring the doorbell before you climb in through the window.
The door made the usual, terrifying sound of a door.
The most disturbing sound in the world comes from the alarm clock at 5:30am
The door from the next room suddenly opened with a timid, quiet creak, as if thus announcing the entrance of a very insignificant person ...
If you persistently knock, door will definitely be opened.
Alarm, when used for anything less than a fire or an air attack, is certain to muddle the mind, unsettle the senses, and, in most cases, more than double the danger.
One does not always need to hear a slam to know that the door has been closed.
Make your choice, adventurous Stranger; Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.
The man upstairs is pushing the buttons, and if your name happens to be on that button, well, thank you.
To the counsel of fools a wooden bell.
The bell that tolls for all in boxing belongs to a cash register.
We'd get out of it." She stared at the huge bell for a moment and then added, "I hate the sound of that bell." A gusty breeze rustled the leaves and threw a lock of hair in her face. She brushed it back and turned away from the oak and the bell. "Over there" - she pointed
Told you to get him a bell.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
I start walking toward my bike with renewed purpose.
"I don't think I need any help to knock on a door."
Carlos yells, "Be careful, my friend. The problem with knocking on doors is you're never quite sure who's going to be on the other side.
You can set off bells when you walk out of a drugstore or department store with a tagged item.
Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers.
Whoever knocks persistently, ends by entering.
The clock over the mantel in the beau parlor at the Milbank House ticked
And send not to ask for whom the fucking bell tolls, because you're not going to like the answer.
Is it dawn? She climbs the ladder and presses her ear to the trapdoor. No more sirens. Maybe the house burned
The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse.
The bells which toll for mankind are - most of them, anyway - like the bells of Alpine cattle; they are attached to our own necks, and it must be our fault if they do not make a cheerful and harmonious sound.
May the sound of this bell penetrate deeply into the cosmos. In even the darkest places, may living beings hear it clearly so that understanding comes to their hearts, and without much hardship, they transcend the cycle of birth and death. or:
PLEASE DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING.
PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK.
Before the doorbell rings I hear the footsteps, a broken heartbeat on the paving stones, and I know that Claude is here.
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride; The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside; The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend; This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
There's nothing in the world more silent than the telephone the morning after everybody pans your play. It won't ring from room service; your mother won't be calling you. If the phone has not rung by 8 in the morning, you're dead.
There are sneaking,
creeping, crumpling
noises coming from
inside the walls.
Perserverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
We knock upon silence for an answering music.
Our bells are worn threadbare with ringing for victories
Doormen are kind of invisible, people don't know their names. They just say, Thank you, or Good morning. I'd never thought about doormen before. They're a vanishing breed. More electronic doors are being introduced.
They met a policeman and brought him back. The man rang the bell several times, but there was no answer. Except for a light in one of the top windows, the house was all dark. After
The bell seemed to have set off an
alarm in my brain, and I glimpsed at the mysterious envelope on my desk.
There was another item I should've gotten from my single-shoe salesman.
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.
As I was saying, that's the dark secret of our time, no one mentions it, but every time one opens a door one is greeted by a shrill, desperate and inaudible scream.
The impossible lives next door to the possible; people ring its door bell by accident all the time.
Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.
The doorbell rings and I sink into a heap on the carpet. With any luck, whoever is down there will just go away.
But I'm just starting to think nothing goes away, no matter how deep you try to bury it.
loud laughter, phones ringing and the smell
...each chime pecking a pinhole in the sheeted dark until the last layers shred completely and the light pours in and in.
The phone ring so I go in the kitchen and answer it. Got a little
The beckoning counts, not the clicking latch behind you
Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.
Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!
When one door closes, sometimes we need to turn the knob to open another...
Jinglebell jingled his bell
banging saucepans to ring in the new year?
The door handle is the handshake of the building.
When the urge to knock on a door strikes, it's your soul's desire for forward movement. So knock!
A sound from upstairs sends my thought process reeling. It's just a small noise, perhaps the sound of your feet brushing the crimson carpet in the bedroom? It's not loud or menacing, but it sends a wave of adrenaline crashing through me. You're on your way!
For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.
There's periods now in our New York residence when I hear the door opening, especially the first couple of years ... anytime I hear that door opening, I still think I'm going to hear her.
Of all sound of all bells ... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
With the unreasonable petulance of mankind I rang the bell and gave a curt intimation that I was ready.
If you never heard opportunity knock, maybe you're never at home.
his nose in the door and
As a bull roars when feeding in the field, so roared the goodly door touched by the key and open flew before her.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Open the door by yourself instead of waiting the door to be opened by itself!
But there was nothing on the back of the door, except the screws and nuts that held the knocker on, so he said "Pooh, pooh!" and closed it with a bang.
Disturbers are never popular - nobody ever really loved an alarm clock in action, no matter how grateful he may have been afterwards for its kind services!
A door jumps
out from shadows,
then jumps away. This
is what I've come to find:
the back door, unlatched.
Tooled by insular wind, it
slams and slams
without meaning
to and without meaning.
Once that bell rings you're on your own. It's just you and the other guy.
It's supposed to go bing-bing or bong-bong or ding-ding when tires go over it. The one at Dave's stopped working several years ago, and he won't have it fixed because he feels as I do - that none of us need to be reminded we exist.
To he who knocks, the door will open.
I stood there ringing the bell and banging on the door, feeling I could make someone be there, knowing all the time that I couldn't.
The door snicked shut.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?