bridge

The bridge of grace will bear your weight, brother. Thousands of big sinners have gone across that bridge, yea, tens of thousands have gone over it. Some have been the chief of sinners and some have come at the very last of their days but the arch has never yielded beneath their weight. I will go with them trusting to the same support. It will bear me over as it has for them.

To embark on the journey towards your goals and dreams requires bravery. To remain on that path requires courage. The bridge that merges the two is commitment.

Contradictions are the impossible chasms that create forever separations. God is the forever bridge that creates impossible reunions.

Houses built on bridges are scandals. A bridge wants to not be. If it could choose its shape, a bridge would be no shape, an unspace to link One-place-town to Another-place-town over a river or a road or a tangle of railway tracks or a quarry, or to attach an island to another island or to the continent from which it strains. The dream of a bridge is of a woman standing at one side of a gorge and stepping out as if her job is to die, but when her foot falls it meets the ground right on the other side. A bridge is just better than no bridge but its horizon is gaplessness, and the fact of itself should still shame it. But someone had built on this bridge, drawn attention to its matter and failure. An arrogance that thrilled me.

Connect with people who are going where you are going. Don__ hate people. The person you may need later may be likened to the bridge you have destroyed after crossing it. You__l need that bridge when returning.

If you can't get what you want, you end up doing something else, just to get some relief. Just to keep from going crazy. Because when you're sad enough, you look for ways to fill you up.

Hate destroys a bridge but forgiveness rebuilds it.

Young man, the fact that she did not accept your proposal for a relationship does not define why you should hate her. She may not become your BRIDE, but she can be the BRIDGE you have to cross to the other side with your dreams!

The longer you remain distant, the deeper, wider, and darker the chasm becomes making it all the more difficult to bridge.

Trust is the bridge from yesterday to tomorrow, built with planks of thanks.

Discipline is a bridge built through everyday action.

Against all odds, when the 'no' out-weighs the 'yes' faith become the only bridge to your answer

Believing there is a bridge from where you are to where you want to go is 99% of the battle. The other 1% is to cross it.

Belief acts as a temporary bridge when we are trying to accept something that seems incomprehensible. We use belief and simply accept the workings we cannot understand until the time comes when at last we comprehend.

Eons ago, the creative genius of God foresaw that it would take the shattered pieces of my __esterday_ to construct the sturdy portal to my __omorrow.

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.

Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to screamLouder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge

It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side - just like I want the words. I want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk on. I want them to tower over the world so I can stand up on them and walk to the other side.