Cat's eyes seem a bridge to a world beyond the one we know.
Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.
Humor [in a scene] is not jokes. It is that attitude toward being alive without which you would long ago have jumped off the 59th Street Bridge.
It’s amazing what a healing effect horses can have on kids, particularly troubled kids, that might bridge the gap that a well-intended human just can’t do.
The Medicine Man occupied the honored role of priest and physician to his tribe. They understood that healing was done by the intercession of celestial spirits. Music was used as the bridge between these planes. Thus we see why music was religious in nature, and music was looked upon as a sacred art.
Jealousy clings to love's underside like bats to a bridge.
I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.
My mother and I were like two continents moving slowly but inexorably apart; my father, the bridge builder, constantly extending the fragile edifice he had constructed to connect us.
Writing is like building a bridge while you're on it. If you step forward you fall off and there's nothing in front of you.
Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.
Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart.
Bridge is nowhere; over the bridge, you feel an emptiness inside you. Bridge is nowhere.
Cervantes shrewdly advises to lay a bridge of silver for a flying enemy.
I remember riding across the Brooklyn Bridge about 12 times because they wanted me to keep up with the helicopter, and I said, "Can you have the helicopter keep up with me, my calves are burning!"
That is the road we all have to take - over the Bridge of Sight into eternity.
Bridge is the king of all card games.
Bridge shortens the roads; wisdom does the same!
If the building of a bridge does not enrich the awareness of those who work on it, then the bridge ought not to be built.
I have told myself a hundred times that painting - that is, the material thing called a painting - is no more than a pretext, the bridge between the mind of the painter and the mind of the spectator.
Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.