Top 44 Ringing Quotes

My idea of hell is a girlfriend ringing up and saying, ‘Let’s go shopping and have cocktails.’ I’d rather play cards.

When Landon Carter, a Virginia plantation owner, read the Declaration of Independence two days after it was issued, he wondered whether its ringing affirmation of equality meant that slaves must be freed. If so, he confided to his diary, ‘You must send them out of the country, or they must steal for their support.’

Every new revelation about the Obama Administration comes with the familiar musical notes of the Rod Serling TV classic ringing in my head: ‘Do-dee-do-do, do-dee-do-do.’

When the phone started ringing too many times, I had to take it back to what I can handle. I take my chances on a job or a person as opposed to a situation. I don’t like to have a situation placed over my head.

I have turned down so many endorsements. My phone never stops ringing.

I remember if the telephone rang after 9 o’clock in the house, my mother would say, ‘Who’s ringing at this time?’ We just wouldn’t answer the phone.

I began my work in the ’70s, teaching at a university in Bangladesh, and these economic theories that I had learned stopped ringing true for me, as I saw the misery of people living all around me.

When I perform and the crowd is cheering, there’s a ringing noise in my head. I’m just zoned in, and even though I know there are people watching me, all I hear is this ringing inside of me.

I don’t want a door bell. I don’t want anyone ringing my door bell… seems to be intrusive. They can call me on their cell phones.

Newspapers write ringing editorials declaring that this is and always was a democracy.

I like to be busy. I once shared an agent with the late Sir John Gielgud, who, at 96, was apparently still ringing up, saying, ‘Hello, Gielgud here, any work?’ Good on him. We’ve got to keep working. If we retire, there’ll be nobody to play the old wrinklies, and that would be a dreadful shame.

I want a state funeral with bells ringing across the land! Then I’d love the congregation to do the hokey cokey and for can-can girls to dance down the aisle. I’ve already bought the plot in Worcestershire next to my parents.

And that’s my honour, that’s what my goal is, to always keep my mum’s name ringing, because I know what sacrifices she went through for me.

I knew Quintessentially was a success when my father, who does a lot of business in Beirut, introduced himself to somebody and they said, ‘Oh, do you know Ben Elliot? I’d really like to meet him.’ I remember him ringing me up, really annoyed.

I ate supper after Dad saw the evening shift down the shaft, and I went to sleep to the ringing of a hammer on steel and the dry hiss of an arc welder at the little tipple machine shop during the hoot-owl shift.

My hands were constantly blistered or bloody; my ears were always ringing. I tore through drumheads and drumsticks like there was no tomorrow.

It’s surprising how you can behave like a 16-year-old in your 60s, or a 17-year-old in your 70s. You know, it’s exactly the same. You fall in love with somebody, you start worrying why the phone is not ringing and thinking, ‘Can I ring him?’

When you write about a Muslim woman, like I did with my previous novels – ‘Minaret’, for example, which is about a woman who starts to wear the hijab – it sets all the alarm bells ringing.

Bootleggers quake in fear of me ringing them on a Sunday afternoon. I call after dinner, usually.

‘La Marseillaise’ sounds best ringing around a packed sports stadium. Its lyrics evoke revolution, conflict, taking up arms, preparing for the fight – everything my music does not! Even in our largely peaceful times, it retains its rousing, martial air that gives it a power that hasn’t diminished.

It was the craziest period of my life: I was getting ready for the baccalaureate, the phone was ringing off the hook, I visited the Real facilities, I met Alex Ferguson.

Basically, I’ve found that if you have two films that don’t perform well, it doesn’t matter that you’ve had a bunch of successful ones. The phone stops ringing, and after ‘Deadly Blessing’ and ‘Swamp Thing,’ that’s what happened.

At home, I’m lucky if I can write three or four hours before the phone starts ringing and the kids want to go to soccer.

The house burned an hour before midnight on the last day of April. The wild, distant ringing of the fire bells woke George Hazard. He stumbled through the dark hallway, then upstairs to the mansion tower, and stepped outside into the narrow balcony.

I’m an early bird, partly because I like to have some quiet time and partly because by 9am emails begin arriving, the phone starts ringing and I have dragons to kill of one sort or another.

I was chased by the press and the doorbell used to keep ringing throughout the night.

I believe an artist dies twice. The first time, it’s just terrible – I’ve been there when the phone isn’t ringing for years.

A man walks on through life – with the external call ringing in his ears but with no response stirring in his heart, and then suddenly, without any warning, the Spirit taps him on the shoulder. What happens? He turns ’round. The word ‘repentance’ means ‘turning ’round.’ He repents and believes and is saved.

After ‘Veer’ failed to set the cash registers ringing, I was written off. I was severely criticized for my weight. But, I took it in my stride and lost several kilos.

You reach a point in your career when the weeks turn into a month or more of the phone not ringing.

Not to be arrogant, but I have a lot of hits, so my phone stay ringing, but it’s consistent.

I use the traditional phone noise that’s built into iOS. I like an actual ringing sound.

But in this case, he had my cell phone and my phone was ringing and I had just come back from Australia on the plane and I thought it was my mum and it was Woody Allen just checking to see if I wanted to be in his movie.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

A year after I got married, ‘Prem Kahani,’ ‘Roti’ and ‘Aap Ki Kasam’ released. I refused ‘Safar,’ ‘Haathi Mere Saathi’… because I was hellbent on getting married. Despite that, the phone never stopped ringing, whether I was in Mombasa or London.

As a little boy, I apparently had a predilection for undoing latch gates, running up pathways and ringing doorbells – and then running off again and away before the door was opened behind me.

I remember the noise of the bells ringing at school as the effigy of Guy Fawkes we’d prepared earlier was carried out on a canvas stretcher, hoisted on to the huge bonfire and set alight. Then the revelry would begin. My school friends and I would all have sparklers we passed around, lighting one from another.

Getting up early means I can write for a few hours before anyone starts phoning me or ringing the doorbell.

To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.

I often find there’s an equal benefit to being in a comfortable, well rested studio session, but also the more pressured headspace of being in an airport or working at 7 A.M., fresh from the club with the music still ringing in your ears.

I got told that Elton John might be ringing me – it was for his radio station – then he ended up calling and saying that he loves what I’m doing, my music.

I can’t bear the silent ringing in my skull.

I remember at a very early age ringing up record labels I found in the Yellow Pages, and asking them for a record deal.

My first job was in pantomime; I was a chorus girl in ‘Dick Whittington’ at 16. I got the part by ringing the director daily to see if anyone had dropped out, and it paid off eventually, when I was cast as a rat!