“The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again.When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.It is your immortal inspiration.”

“A thing resounds when it rings true,Ringing all the bells inside of you,Like a golden sky on a summer eveYour heart is tugging at your sleeve,And you cannot say why...There must be more”

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.”

“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.”

“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.-Leonard Cohen”

“Just because a guy rings your bell, doesn't mean you have to toot his horn.”