#bridge

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next. ↗

— Andy Goldsworthy

#between #bridge #case #century #makes

We identify New York with the great bridges and tunnels and roadways and subway system and so forth. ↗

— Paul Goldberger

#forth #great #identify #new #new york

I destroyed a lot of guitars trying to get them to do what I wanted, but I learned something from every guitar I tore apart, and discovered even more things. Things like if the string is not straight from the bridge saddle to the nut, you're going to have friction. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#bridge #destroyed #discovered #even #every

It makes no difference if I burn my bridges behind me - I never retreat. ↗

— Fiorello LaGuardia

#bridges #burn #difference #i #makes

By failing to keep their end of the bargain, the Bush administration would allow New Jersey projects to deteriorate and make New Jersey highways and bridges less safe. ↗

— Robert Menendez

#allow #bargain #bridges #bush #bush administration

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew. ↗

— Aberjhani

#bridges #faith #famous-quotes #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #healing

I feel something familiar about this place. This house…” I dragged out a hand and gestured towards it with my thumb. “I dream about it. I’ve been dreaming about it for years. Being in it.” I had her attention. “With you. ↗

— Sofia Grey

#grey-mansion #josh-delaney #obsession #suki-bridgewater #dreams

In three days," he continued, "I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?" "You'll save me from marauding minotaurs? ↗

— Julia Quinn

#husband #minotaurs #penelope-bridgerton #death

Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are. ↗

— Laura Pritchett

#bridge #laura-pritchett #love #sky #art

Miss Bridgerton,” he said, “the devil himself couldn’t scare you.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “That’s not a compliment, is it?” He lifted her hand to his lips, brushing a feather-light kiss across her knuckles. “You’ll have to figure that out for yourself,” he murmured. To all who observed, he was the soul of propriety, but Hyacinth caught the daring gleam in his eye, and she felt the breath leave her body as tingles of electricity rushed across her skin. Her lips parted, but she had nothing to say, not a single word. There was nothing but air, and even that seemed in short supply. And then he straightened as if nothing had happened and said, “Do let me know what you decide.” She just stared at him. “About the compliment,” he added. “I am sure you will wish to let me know how I feel about you.” Her mouth fell open. He smiled. Broadly. “Speechless, even. I’m to be commended.” “You—” “No. No,” he said, lifting one hand in the air and pointing toward her as if what he really wanted to do was place his finger on her lips and shush her. “Don’t ruin it. The moment is too rare. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#humor #romance #humor