Rang Quotations

I was perhaps about 10 years old when a local farmer rang us up to say he had found a young badger and would we take it in. So we did; it was a female called Bessy and she lived in the boiler room. She was extremely intelligent, had a very low opinion of cats but loved the dogs. She was pretty well trained; she went in the car.

When I was sent the script for 'Homeland,' I didn't think anything of it. Three months later, my manager rang and said: 'They are interested in you.' I read it and I realised, 'Yes, I do want this.' Then I got an email saying I'd got it.

It was 1953, and I was still at school. I'd borrowed a silent French film from the library for my 9.5mm projector. It was by Jean Epstein, and it was awful. So I rang the library and asked if they had anything else. They said they had 'Napoleon Bonaparte and the French Revolution.'

When I voted against the cap-and-trade bill, the phone rang and it was the chief of staff of the president of the United States of America, Rahm Emanuel, and he started swearing at me in terms and words that I hadn't heard since that crossing the line ceremony on the USS New Jersey in 1983.

Phones rang constantly, as if the White House was conducting some kind of pardon telethon.

When I saw 'Legally Blonde' on Broadway, I rang my agent and said 'I want to be seen for this,' but the rest weren't big choices, really. 'Hedda Gabler' was a phone call offering it to me, and as I've said before quite embarrassingly, I didn't know the play, so I didn't sit there thinking 'I would now like to tackle Ibsen.'

After a pretty amazing year that included more wins than I thought possible, I rang in 2013 by watching the Times Square ball drop on TV... and then heading directly to bed. It might not have been the typical New Year's Eve for a 21-year-old, but what can I say? It was a training night!

I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.

A friend of mine rang the box office to collect a ticket I'd reserved for her, and the girl said, 'Who's Lesley Manville?'

I had a sort of classic moment when a friend of mine rang up and said she'd just been to a funeral, and in the middle of the eulogy, this kid had taken out the phone and had a whole proper text conversation - while everyone was weeping!

Let me be very clear. When the decision was made that there would be no type of extension offer, I felt very strongly that it was time to move on. In the midst of (a conference call with reporters), the phone at the other end of my house rang and a message was left. Please call.

Many of my best races are just a blur to me. I row the race from move to move and keep my head in the boat. You follow the race plan A to Z, and you just do not quit. We did just that, we rang that bell-note the whole way down the course and sent the dogs home crying.

So I was in my car, and I was driving along, and my boss rang up, and he said 'You've been promoted.' And I swerved. And then he rang up a second time and said "You've been promoted again.' And I swerved again. He rang up a third time and said 'You're managing director.' And I went into a tree. And a policeman came up and said 'What happened to you?' And I said 'I careered off the road.'

My dad was a congressman, and he taught me at a very early age, 'They voted for me, they view me as theirs, and I am.' Our family's phone in Memphis was always listed. It rang all day and all night.

I was at the game, but he never rang me.

I was sitting at the computer and my wife Pat was watching TV in the living room when I heard the rapid fire of what sounded like a semi-automatic weapon. At first I thought it might be someone shooting at something in the woods, but after as many as 15 or 16 shots rang out I knew it was something else.

I got to the office at 7 (a.m.). The phone rang at 7:30 and it was John and he said, 'Hey, we've got this thing going. Do you have any interest in getting in, getting involved in any of these players?' That's exactly what happened. Up to that point, I hadn't even talked to Portland, which is why you can't make absolute statements about these things.

I didn't really want to talk to anybody (on Tuesday). I wanted to relax and just go have a good dinner with my family and get some sleep. The phone rang a lot yesterday.

He makes me feel more comfortable on the mound than any other catcher ever has. For a guy who hasn't been in the majors very long, he's very knowledgeable. There was a game late last year when I was struggling. He told me in the dugout, 'Just forget about the mechanics, just go out there and compete.' Now, I'm a guy who's always thinking about mechanics, but that rang true for me that day. He knows how to handle pitchers.

I saw them re-advertised and rang the guy and said I own it, that section, and he said that's unusual, I own it as well

I remember when I rang the Opera House in Covent Garden to say, 'I'm having terrible back problems,' ... They tried everything to help get me there. They said, 'You can sing from a chair.' But the thing was, I couldn't even sit.

Suddenly a single shot on the extreme left rang out on the clear morning air, followed quickly by several others, and the whole line pushed rapidly forward through the brush.

My phone rang off the hook and I expect others had the same experience.

I thought he rang him up. I asked if it was a strike or ball and he didn't say anything.

My cell phone rang 10 times on the way down here. But our place is OK. As long as everyone's OK that's the main thing.

Michael rang to say thanks for trying to sign him,

We came into the game knowing that the bullpen was going to have do some work, so it was good to be able to do it. Cal did a great job starting. I figured that he would go three or four innings, so I was ready and when the phone rang I figured it was me.

We have had good reports on Scott's form despite Aldershot's lack of success and when they rang to ask if Scott could stay we were pleased to help,

We came out tonight with a little different mindset, to have some fun. We were either going to come out strong or call it a season. We weren't going to come out and give up another quick goal, and we came out and rang one up off the post within a minute. We came out strong and never let them in it.

We were very lucky. The property owner rang up and said, 'I think you'd better get out here. There's a bit of blow on and gee-whiz there's walls going everywhere.

The phone rang busy when we called at noon (Monday). We tried again that night around 7 p.m. and it was still busy.

During Christmas break, my dad was going to mail a tape of me to the house Coach Glanville has here in Georgia. When he found out it would take about three days to get there, he drove the tape over there and rang the bell and talked to him for about 15 minutes. (Glanville) called me that night and said he loved the tape and it all kind of went from there.

I spoke to Roy. He just rang me up and we had a chat,

I spent so many years in terror of 'making it legal' because the expression rang all too true - the wedding ritual struck me as nothing but a flowery front for the fulfilment of countless, tedious contracts and obligations.

The shots rang out. People ran into the brush, some under the plane. I ran under the plane along with congressman Ryan, trying to hide by a wheel and pretend I was dead.

It was a swing. Our catcher caught it. Doug Eddings called him out and somewhere along the line, because the guy ran to first base, (Eddings) altered the call, ... When an umpire calls a guy out and you're the catcher, and I've caught my share of them, he's out. He didn't call swing, he rang him up with his fist and said 'You're out.'

It's funny, the phone hasn't rang the last few days.

The night of the show, our phones literally rang off the hook.

Then we heard it was going to be a Category 5 storm, and I rang the producer and said, 'Let's get out of here. This is crazy'.

It was good to get out there. To get the opportunity to finally show my teammates that 'Hey, I can pitch,' - I know I kind of had a bum spring, but the bell rang and it's time to show up.

They went to a box-and-one defense and did two or three other things to keep her limited. I'll tell you what, though, in the first half she rang 'em up, put em' up and it was going in.

At 11 this morning -- or 11:30, when my phone rang -- I was doing household chores and expected to come in and spend some time working on our plans for next year, and being here tomorrow morning first thing to do those things, ... My energy and dedication hasn't been thinking about my next job. I was trying to do this job the right way.

I rang the people at Racing Victoria on Monday and pointed this out to them.

I rang him on Friday night and asked him if he felt he could take the extra responsibility of being captain and he told me he would love to.

I rang him last night and spoke to him and he says 'okay, there's nothing we can do about it but Australians are meant to be tough'.

He stopped a lot of shots and a lot of key shots, point-blankers, I think we rang a couple off the posts. But that's what happens when you're having a good game. He deserved at least a (regulation) tie, at least a point. But we were able to sneak it out.

For the fee of $10,000, anyone could be escorted to a room, handed a loaded gun and offered another human to kill. The concept made me nauseous. But it also felt real, and rang bells with my more cynical side.

The day's blow rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened, and what I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can

She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my friends a burden grown; No more I hear my church's bell Than if it rang out for my knell; At thunder now no more I start Than at the rumbling of a cart