Bells Quotes
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Believe it or not, Mexican cooking, for those of you who have not gone farther south than Taco Bell, uses a lot of vegetables. But those vegetables were not brought here, like corn mushrooms, huitlacoche, or squash blossoms.
Sandra Cisneros
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There is nothing better for me than to bring the bells in, in Scotland.
Sharleen Spiteri
Texas
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It doesn't set off any alarm bells. As is typical with T. Rowe, no transition comes about abruptly; they tend to be planned pretty well.
Bill Vaughan
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As to Hemingway, I read him for the first time in the early 'forties, something about bells, balls and bulls, and loathed it.
Ernest Hemingway
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Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk.
Lord Dunsany
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On the Internet, people on the tails of the bell curve can find one
another.
Virginia Postrel
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And it's okay if you have to go away Oh just remember the telephone works both ways And if I never ever hear them ring If nothing else I'll think the bells inside Have finally found you someone else and that's okay Cause I'll remember everything you sang ((You and I both))
Jason Mraz
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For the taking of revenge, a man locks himself up alone and thinks. His stomach must be empty for his head to be full. Vengeance comes a little from the heart and a lot from the mind; one must take oneself apart from the noise of men and of things, even from what resembles them; only the voices of bells and of thunder are allowed. Let the room in which you meditate be dark, narrow and warm.
Xavier Forneret
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.
Bobby Helms
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To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.
William Morris
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The slaves of custom and established mode,
With pack-horse constancy we keep the road
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells,
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.
William Cowper
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Sit back picture yourself swooping up a shell of purple with foam crests of crystal drops soft nigh they fall unto the sea of morning creep-very-softly mist...and then sort of cascade tinkley-bell like (must I take you by the hand, every so slowly type) and then conglomerate suddenly into a peal of silver vibrant uncomprehendingly, blood singingly, joyously resoundingbells....By my faith if this be insanity, then for the love of God permit me to remain insane.
Robert Hunter
Grateful Dead
