“That's done it! Now I've rung the front-door bell!”
“When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.”
“It’s in our blood—we heard their distresses like a rung bell in our bones.”
“Now that I've met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I'm done. That's it. You're the end for me.”
“Coulda knocked me over with a feather, the front bell went and I opened the door to that tall drink of cool water. Woke up and I knew it was a good day. Felt it in my bones. Opened the door to him, glad I was right.”
“Everything I've ever done that's valuable is something I was afraid to try.”