Tunnel Quotes

“Having tunnel vision and not an all-around focus on all the factors that can affect your business in some way or another can have pernicious effects.”
― Pooja Agnihotri, 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure

“Sometimes life seems a dark tunnel with no light at the end, but if you just keep moving forward, you will end up in a better place.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“We took the path that led others nowhere and only we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. They warned us about the monsters we would encounter, the odds that we would meet. And they laughed when we got the scars while fighting the dragons on our way. When we came back out of the tunnel, holding the sword that they always craved for tightly in our hand. Bleeding and the sun shining on our face. We became the tales they wanted to be. We became the reflections of what they always wanted to see themselves through. We became the warriors they had always imagined of.”
― Akshay Vasu

“But that's life. One long tunnel. There are lights along the way. Sometimes they feel spread farther apart than others, but they're there. And when you find one, it's okay to stand under it for a while to catch your breath before marching back into the dark.”
― Shaun David Hutchinson, The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza

“If you entered a tunnel, you can be sure that the tunnel has at least one exit!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Whatever dark tunnel we may be called upon to travel through, God has been there.”
― Elisabeth Elliot

“There may be no light at the end of the tunnel, but there's certainly enough air, enough oxygen for you to keep going. And you must keep going, because that is your duty.”
― Mani Ashwin

“The track led into a sort of tunnel made of forest. They left daylight behind, a thousand leaves hemming them into dusky shade. As she traipsed behind Jack's torn blue jacket, he squinted into the foliage, hearkening to every cracking twig or bird-chirrup. After what seemed an age, they came out into blessed sunshine again. They were in a clearing, their ears filled with a thundering wind, the air itself trembling. A few paces further they came upon the source: above them, a waterfall tumbled from a clifftop as high as a church steeple. The water fell in milky blue strands, shooting spray in the air that danced in rainbows of gold, pink and blue. At their feet was a deep and inviting lagoon. It fair took her breath away.
Jack crouched to look at the pool's edge, where a mud bank was scrabbled with marks.
"We should go back," he said. "Something drinks here."
She didn't care. She was spellbound. "Look, a cave!" Across the lagoon stood a dark entrance hung with pretty mosses, like a fairy grotto.
"Just one peep," she whispered, for there was something powerful and secret about the place. "Then we can go back."
But Jack was still peering at the tracks around the water's edge.
"Whatever drinks here, it's not here now. I dare you, Jack. A quick look around the cave and then we'll be on our way." She had a notion, from some story or other, that caves were places where treasure was hidden; she reckoned pirates might have left jewels and plunder behind long ago.
"It's the end of the rainbow," she laughed. "Let's find our crock of gold.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

“In front of the mound: a mile of naked strangers. In groups of twenty, like smokes, they are directed to the other side by a man with a truncheon and a whip. It will not help to ink in his face. Several men with barrows collect clothes. There are young women still with attractive breasts. There are family groups, many small children crying quietly, tears oozing from their eyes like sweat. In whispers people comfort one another. Soon, they say. Soon. No one wails and no one begs. Arms mingle with other arms like fallen limbs, lie like shawls across bony shoulders. A loose gray calm descends. It will be soon . . . soon. A grandmother coos at the infant she cuddles, her gray hair hiding all but the feet. The baby giggles when it’s chucked. A father speaks earnestly to his son and points at the heavens where surely there is an explanation; it is doubtless their true destination. The color of the sky cannot be colored in. So the son is lied to right up to the last. Father does not cup his boy’s wet cheeks in his hands and say, You shall die, my son, and never be remembered. The little salamander you were frightened of at first, and grew to love and buried in the garden, the long walk to school your legs learned, what shape our daily life, our short love, gave you, the meaning of your noisy harmless games, every small sensation that went to make your eager and persistent gazing will be gone; not simply the butterflies you fancied, or the bodies you yearned to see uncovered—look, there they are: the inner thighs, the nipples, pubes—or what we all might have finally gained from the toys you treasured, the dreams you peopled, but especially your scarcely budded eyes, and that rich and gentle quality of consciousness which I hoped one day would have been uniquely yours like the most subtle of flavors—the skin, the juice, the sweet pulp of a fine fruit—well, son, your possibilities, as unrealized as the erections of your penis—in a moment—soon—will be ground out like a burnt wet butt beneath a callous boot and disappear in the dirt. Only our numbers will be remembered—not that you or I died, but that there were so many of us. And that we were.”
― William H. Gass, The Tunnel

“This is the dark. Lights strung up all the way.
Depression; and driven deeper in,
by hunger, pistols, and despair,
they took the tunnel.”
― Muriel Rukeyser, The Book of the Dead

“Reading [Mauriac's] 'memoirs' is like meeting a man on a train who says, 'Don't look at me, that's misleading. If you want to know what I'm like, wait until we're in a tunnel, and then study my reflection in the window.' You wait, and look, and catch a face against a shifting background of sooty walls, cables and sudden brickwork. The transparent shape flickers and jumps, always a few feet away. You become accustomed to its existence, you move with its movements; and though you know its presence is conditional, you feel it to be permanent. Then there is a wail from ahead, a roar and a burst of light; the face is gone for ever.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

“A beautifully lit tunnel is more dangerous than a pitch-black tunnel because you may not want to get out! If you dress the evil in a beautiful dress, the evil will be invisible!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you're trapped in a tunnel with many open exits, the tunnel can't help you! The exit is in your mind!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“It’s a tunnel, not a cave.”
― Richie Norton

“Een tunnelvisie wordt depressiever door depressie.”
― Petra Hermans

“I wake up choking, and my wife
"rolls me over on my left side;
"then I'm asleep in the dream I always see:
"the tunnel choked
"the dark wall coughing dust.”
― Muriel Rukeyser, The Book of the Dead

“The scene of hope's ahead; look, April,
and next month with a softer wind,
maybe they'll rest upon their land,
and then maybe the happy song, and love,
a tall boy who was never in a tunnel.”
― Muriel Rukeyser, The Book of the Dead

“And still go down.
Now ladder-mouth; and the precipitous fear,
uncertain rungs down into after-night.
"This is the place. Away from this my life
I am indeed Adam unparadiz'd.
Some fools call this the Black Hole of Calcutta,
I don't know how they ever get to Congress.”
― Muriel Rukeyser, The Book of the Dead

“If you're in an endless tunnel, you don't have to think about where the exit is anymore, you have to build the exit!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“You must enter the tunnel you fear! Get in and walk all the way! When you see the light at the end of the tunnel, you become a new person, an unhindered person whose fears cannot prevent and dominate his life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When you enter a tunnel, whatever you do, your mind is always on the way out!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When you enter a dark tunnel, the most important thing that relaxes you there is to think that the tunnel has an exit!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“No matter how beautiful the inside of a tunnel is, its most beautiful place is where the exit is and the light is seen!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A stupid government cannot lead the country out of the tunnel to the light when the country is in a dark tunnel! So what does it do? It looks for a way to maintain its power by bringing a weak light into the tunnel!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“He could sense a fierce tautness in the cheap air of the tunnel, almost like entering a medical ward where disease lingers in the corners and no one has ever opened a window to bring in fresh air.”
― John Katzenbach, Hart's War

“The scene is grim, a dank corridor rising out of Elysium, back to human climes and textures. I feel the man sensing what he’s done and the catastrophic change in the air around him. Grief as swift as a blade that cuts the cord of your innocence but leaves you stranded, still alive and pulsing while she stays stuck in death. Or did she? Now I’m chasing down Eurydice as she disappears into that tunnel. The story of Orpheus no longer interests me; I’ve been there, done that.
What I want to know is how she took it, what she wanted to happen in that moment.”
― Laurie Perez, The Look of Amie Martine

“If you see a light at the end of a dark tunnel, you will be happy! What about the tunnel? He becomes unhappy because something different that he hosted in his darkness is now leaving him and returning to his own world!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Grief is a tunnel, not a cave.”
― Richie Norton, The Power of Starting Something Stupid: How to Crush Fear, Make Dreams Happen, and Live without Regret

“The light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t matter if you’re going backwards.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Tunnel from the absolute realm into the relative realm of the world and vice versa. Without one, there is no other. This point could also be the nucleus of a black hole at the point of its absolute density where everything sank into One without any space. That is the Zero point. This point is the gateway to new life. At this point, a black hole either “explodes” or disappears.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, ABSOLUTE