“A bridge has no allegiance to either side.”
“We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side.”
“Poetry is the guardian of love - constructed from truth it is a bridge that can be crossed from either side and it is oblivious of age or gender”
“Golden bridge, silver bridge or diamond bridge; it doesn’t matter! As long as the bridge takes you across the other side, it is a good bridge!”
“Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.”
“Allegiance, after all, has to work two ways; and one can grow weary of an allegiance which is not reciprocal.”