That was the big effect Lord of the Rings had on me. It was discovering New Zealand. And even more precious were the people- not at all like the Australians.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
I think we have to bottom out. When the studios jump out of the ring, perhaps the artist can get back in.
I am a winner each and every time I go into the ring.
I was allowed to ring the bell for five minutes until everyone was in assembly.
It was the beginning of power.
You can't wait for the phone to ring. You have to ring them.
Poverty is an anomaly to rich people.
It is very difficult to make out why people who want dinner do not ring the bell.
I like it, but it's yellow, and I'm like, I didn't want yellow for my engagement ring.
My feelings are those of a schoolboy getting in sight of the holidays.
Or more seriously, my feelings are perhaps those of a matador who has decided not to enter the bull ring.
I don't want to pierce anything. I think it's outdated. Belly rings and all are, like, old.
But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.
We wind a simple ring of iron with coils;
we establish the connections to the generator, and with wonder and delight we note the effects of strange forces which we bring into play, which allow us to transform, to transmit and direct energy at will.
As soon as I suspect a fine effect is being achieved by accident I lose interest. I am not interested...in unskilled labor. ...The scientific actor is an even worker. Any one may achieve on some rare occasion an outburst of genuine feeling, a gesture of imperishable beauty, a ringing accent of truth; but your scientific actor knows how he did it. He can repeat it again and again and again. He can be depended on.
These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.
To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.
The worst thing about the miracle of modern communications is the Pavlovian pressure it places upon everyone to communicate whenever a bell rings.
After the cheers have died down and the stadium is empty, after the headlines have been written and after you are back in the quiet of your room and the championship ring has been placed on the dresser and all the pomp and fanfare has faded, the enduring things that are left are: the dedication to excellence, the dedication to victory, and the dedication to doing with our lives the very best we can to make the world a better place in which to live.
What I like about experience is that it is such an honest thing.
You may take any number of wrong turnings; but keep your eyes open and you will not be allowed to go very far before the warning signs appear. You may have deceived yourself, but experience is not trying to deceive you. The universe rings true wherever you fairly test it.