Quotes About Bridge

I don't mind being the voice of the New Oakland to maintain the integrity and edge of it. Old Oakland and New Oakland is one and the same. It's connected. I aspire to be the bridge between both.

I'm obsessed with great endings and crazy intros and stuff like that. I think we all are from what we've listened to and stuff, so I've always focused on great bridge melodies that just kind of naturally fit, or like a crazy ending at the end of 'Seize the Day,' something like that.

The Bridge Between now and now, between I am and you are, the word bridge. Entering it you enter yourself: the world connects and closes like a ring. From one bank to another, there is always a body stretched: a rainbow. I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Hand in hand, they crossed the little bridge over the river Sarp. Rayiha's hand in his was light and delicate as a bird. A cool breeze carried the scent of thyme and bay leaves over the murmuring water.

Will he always come between us? Yes, said Ela. Like a bridge he'll come between us, not a wall.

Zwei Tage später kamen sie zu einem Tidefluss, wo eine eingestürzte Brücke im langsam sich bewegenden Wasser lag. Sie saßen auf der kaputten Böschungsmauer der Straße und sahen zu, wie der Fluss zurückströmte und über das eiserne Gitterwerk spielte. Er blickte über das Wasser auf das Land dahinter. Was machen wir jetzt, Papa?, fragte er. Ja, was?, sagte der Junge.

Coming downriver an antique schooner running under bare poles. Black hull, gold plimsoll. Passing under the bridge and down along the gray riverfront. Phantom of grace.

The lights of the city hovered in a nimbus and again stood fractured in the black river, isinglass image, tangled broken shapes splash of lights along the bridgewalk following the elliptic and receding rows of the pole lamps across to meet them. The rhythmic arc of the wipers on the glass lulled him and he coasted out onto the bridge, into the city shrouded in rain and silence, the cars passing him slowly, their headlamps wan, watery lights in sorrowful progression.

But nine years are a long time, and Meggie saw how careful they were with each other, like people on a narrow bridge crossing a wide, wide void.

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

And inasmuch as the bridge is a symbol of all such poetry as I am interested in writing it is my present fancy that a year from now I'll be more contented working in an office than ever before.

There's an arched bridge that spans one of the narrow spots, and since it's Christmas, it's been decorated with garlands of evergreens and a big wreath with a red bow. There are Victorian gas lamps lining the pathways, and in the middle of the lake is a small island where a hut with a fireplace offers skaters a chance to warm themselves and drink hot chocolate.

A rocket or a bridge. That's the only way I can really describe it. If there is a river between our sleeping bodies, this is the bridge that crosses it. ... I can just fit my fist around the base without waking him. I love it so much I want to bite it.

I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me.

Oh, thou divinest healer Time And thing sublime! That thou should'st gladly life's lorn nest Anew invest, And set before the eyes of man A deeper purpose, holier plan, And gently bridge the abysmal span, 'Twixt earth and rest!

Behind this story so far is another story, as behind the girders of an ancient bridge is the skeleton of a child which superstition says keeps the bridge standing.

Robert Jordan put up his field glasses, shading the lenses carefully with his cupped hands even though there was now no sun to make a glint, and there was the rail of the bridge as clear as though you could reach out and touch it and there was the face of the sentry so clear he could see the sunken cheeks the ash on the cigarette and the greasy shine of the bayonet.

Oh, the world needs those standing on the Bridge, For they know how Eternity reaches to earth In the wind that brings music to the leaves Of the forest: in the drops of rain that caress The sleeping life of the desert: in the sunbeams Of the first spring day in an alpine meadow. Only they can blow the dust from the seeing eyes Of those who are blind.

No one expected a first year engineering student to build the perfect bridge.

I'm on my way," Ranger said. "I'm about ten minutes from Quaker Bridge. I'll call when I have her.

We are neither anti-urban nor pro-rural. We know there is a gap between urban and rural areas; we are only trying to bridge it.

I have the outsider's vision, which is creating wisdom I can share with the world. The fact that I am misunderstood has always given me an added impetus to work on communication to bridge the gap.

I wanted to pay homage to working women because they are the bridge that got us over.' My work is about the people who are assumed not to have a worldview.

The bridge between reality and a dream is work.