“Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered through the evening gloom like the dust floating in the air.”

“No AbsolutesThe sound of the human voice like the bell ring of metal and crisp air under grey skies—romantic yet ominous—Don’t worry about contradictions. No one is innocent.No one is guilty.We are all misunderstood even by ourselves.Yet when we know lovewe know everything.”

“Even the bells from the churches have a conversation, all ringing at once.”

“Even after everyone had gone home, the house was filled with the good time they’d had, as if it could linger in the air like the voices and music lingered in memory. Mina wrapped the memory up and put it in her heart; there was a quiet gladness, deep like a tree and tall in her”

“Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.”

“The hoarse church-bells of London ring;The hoarser horns of London croak;The poor brown lives of London clingAbout the poor brown streets like smoke;The deep air stands above my roofLike water, to the floating stars.My friend and I - we sit aloof -We sit and smile, and bind our scars.”