Crossing meaning

Noun: crossing

Pronunciation: (kró-sing)

Crossing meaning:

• Travelling across

• The shallow area of a river or stream where it can be crossed without a bridge

Synonyms: ford 

• A point where two lines (paths or arcs etc.) intersect

• A junction where one street or road crosses another

Synonyms: intersection, crossroad, crossway, carrefour 

• A path (often marked) where something (as a street or railway) can be crossed to get from one side to the other

Synonyms: crosswalk, crossover, pedestrian crossing 

• (genetics) the act of mixing different species or varieties of animals or plants and thus to produce hybrids

Synonyms: hybridization, hybridisation, crossbreeding, cross, interbreeding, hybridizing, hybridising 

• A voyage across a body of water (usually across the Atlantic Ocean)

Verb: cross

Pronunciation: (krós)

Crossing meaning:

• Travel across or pass over

Synonyms: traverse, track, cover, pass over, get over, get across, cut through, cut across 

• Meet at a point

Synonyms: intersect 

• Hinder or prevent (the efforts, plans, or desires) of

Synonyms: thwart, queer, spoil, scotch, foil, frustrate, baffle, bilk, scupper 

• Fold so as to resemble a cross

• To cover or extend over an area or time period

Synonyms: traverse, span, sweep 

• Meet and pass

• Trace a line through or across

• Breed animals or plants using parents of different races and varieties

Synonyms: crossbreed, hybridize, hybridise, interbreed
Derived forms: crossings
Quotations:

1. Bob Moorehead – The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.Remember, to say,  I love you  to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
2. Nicholas Sparks- Do you love me? I asked her. She smiled. Yes. ‘Do you want me to be happy?  as I asked her this I felt my heart beginning to race. Of course I do. Will you do something for me then?  She looked away, sadness crossing her features. I don’t know if I can anymore. she said. but if you could, would you? I cannot adequately describe the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. Love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness I was feeling. Jamie looked at me curiously and my breaths became shallower. Suddenly I knew that I’d never felt as strongly for another person as I did at that moment. As I returned her gaze, this simple realization made me wish for the millionth time that I could make all this go away. Had it been possible, I would have traded my life for hers. I wanted to tell her my thoughts, but the sound of her voice suddenly silenced the emotions inside me. yes  she finally said, her voice weak yet somehow still full of promise. I would. Finally getting control of myself I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. even now she was perfect. My throat began to tighten again, but as I said, I knew what I had to do. Since I had to accept that it was not within my power to cure her, what I wanted to do was give her something that she’d wanted. It was what my heart had been telling me to do all along. Jamie, I understood then, had already given me the answer I’d been searching for, the answer my heart needed to find. She’d told me outside Mr. Jenkins office, the night we’d asked him about doing the play. I smiled softly, and she returned my affection with a slight squeeze of my hand, as if trusting me in what I was about to do. Encouraged, I leaned closer and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, these were the words that flowed with my breath. Will you marry me?
3. Julie Kagawa – I licked my lips and whispered, Is this where you say you’ll kill me? One corner of his lips curled. If you like, he murmured, a flicker of amusement finally crossing his face. Though it’s gotten far too interesting for that.
4. Nikos Kazantzakis – True teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create theirown.
5. Douglas Adams – Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.The argument goes something like this: I refuse to prove that I exist, says God, for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing. But, says Man, The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. Oh dear, says God, I hadn’t thought of that, and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.Oh, that was easy says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

Sample sentences:

1. How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.
2. Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression. Are you all right? Simon asked, with some concern. Your eyes are crossing.
3. Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
4. Here’s one of the things I learned that morning: if you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. It’s like that old riddle about a tree falling in a forest, and whether it makes a sound if there’s no one around to hear it. You keep drawing a line farther and farther away, crossing it every time. That’s how people end up stepping off the edge of the earth. You’d be surprised at how easy it is to bust out of orbit, to spin out to a place where no one can touch you. To lose yourself–to get lost. Or maybe you wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe some of you already know. To those people, I can only say: I’m sorry.