Hate destroys a bridge but forgiveness rebuilds it.
Trust is the bridge from yesterday to tomorrow, built with planks of thanks.
Discipline is a bridge built through everyday action.
That issue has gone under the bridge, under the next bridge, over the next dam and is gone.
We’re looking at a bridge with a movable span and a height similar to the current one.
All those who are around me are the bridge to my success, so they are all important.
Now who will stand on either hand / And keep the bridge with me?
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; / A palace and a prison on each hand.
I got to this bridge and obviously can’t go any further.