Quotes About Doorbell

When I'm on a break from writing, I'll log on to Amazon and eBay. The doorbell is constantly being rung by deliverymen.

Vance shook his head. "Philly, I love you, buddy. I do. But you're not my type." "I'm not?" "What? Are you insulted?" Philip was pondering that when the front door jingled.

There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic.

Never knock on death's door. Ring the doorbell then run. He totally hates that. - T-shirt

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.

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

As a politician he does everything to keep out of trouble often by not asking questions. However it does bother him that every time the doorbell rings his maid hides in the dryer.

My father was never very friendly. When I was growing up, I thought the doorbell ringing was a signal to pretend you weren't home.

There was a stiff bell-pull instead of a doorbell that Teddy had to yank hard for any result. They could hear a faint ringing somewhere beyond the fortress-like front door. No footsteps of anyone rushing to open it. It was a house in mourning, Teddy supposed.

If you're ringing my doorbell eight times every three minutes and hiding behind my garbage cans, I will call the police. That is literally harassment.

If she's really psychic," Zack said when he saw Tanisha's photo at school, "why does she need a doorbell?

The doorbell rang during dinner. Alan got up to answer, saying, If it's the missionaries I might let them in. I'm too tired to put up a fight.

the doorbell rang again, and there was Mrs. Onassis and her friend Maurice

Nothing happened when I pressed the bellpush. I knocked on the door. Slowly, like twin bodies being dragged, footsteps approached the other side of it.

It's often discouraging sitting working at home, wondering whether to put the heating on, answering the doorbell to the gas board, feeling it's all utterly pointless.

Obama's dense as a doorbell; not much going on up there - it's a wooden top.

I tidied up a little, washed my uniform, and then, just as I was sinking into a kind of quiet melancholy, my buzzer went.

The doorbell rang, and I experienced, for the first time, the miracle of pizza delivery.

Californians are like, 'Lions are everywhere now!' What's on the rise are home security cameras. Doorbell cameras are the mammograms of wildlife biology.

The doorbell rings, and eager as I might be to continue my fond reverie of bad hair bands, pulverized birds, and my insensitive father, I clear my head and run downstairs to open the door.

They went up on the front porch and Verna rang the doorbell. It was one of the old-fashioned ones with a brass handle that you twisted—

The Finch doorbell was a mystical instrument; it was possible to tell the state of mind of whoever pushed it. When it said dee-ding! Jean Louise knew Henry was outside bearing down happily. She hurried to the door.

I don't like ringing the bell at the door. Its' tingaling just sounds beautiful. It makes one equal innocent sound, and it doesn't matter who is ringing. But knocking is distinctive. Human beats something physically - you can hear the reflected feeling. Of course, the hand always gets slightly painful.

The doorbell made a severe, functional buzzing sound like a dentist's drill sliding off recalcitrant enamel.