Sometimes our tunnel vision is limited to what we see outside our window. Until racial injustice becomes personal then I don't think it moves us in our gut.
Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.
Remember, grab you're future with both hands and mold it into what you want it to be. It's the determined, who create the life they want, while the idle sit by and watch it fade away into nothingness. The future belongs to the exceptional individuals, who can see the light of the future, at the end of the tunnel.
Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness.
I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.
But the first thing that we have to do is to say, “I walk towards the tunnel, and I’m on my own, and I’m not afraid. And I have no regrets.
We definitely tend to gravitate toward writing more on the darker side of life, but also incorporate the light at the end of the tunnel; you can see a positive in it.
After several trillion dollars of stimulation by the Obama Administration and the Fed, one might think the economy would be chugging along at a pretty good clip. But, it just isn't so, and the light at the end of the tunnel is pretty dim. Just ask a small business owner.
It takes a lot of time to be a good junkie or alcoholic - you spend hours getting the necessary supplies, then imbibing, then recovering, rinse and repeat. That's like eighteen hours of a day. And assuming you get out of that lifestyle before it macerates your heart, you have that Junkie Tunnel Vision, except now you get to use it for something positive: you know how to work tirelessly for one thing. Instead of using that tunnel vision to get high, I use it to make art.
The night is a tunnel. . . a hole into tomorrow.
When swimming into a dark tunnel,there arrives a point of no return when you no longer have enough breath to double back. your choice is to swim forward into the unknown. . . . and pray for an exit
At the end of a matter ask, "What will I learn from this to make me better?"
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.
Anything less than total candor was bullshit. I owed that to my readers, I owed that to myself, and I owed that most specifically to my mother. I've had some thrilling moments in my 18-year literary career to this point, and nothing comes close to giving Geneva Hilliker Ellroy, the farm girl from Tunnel City, Wisconsin, to the world.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. . . hopefully its not a freight train!
Have you ever noticed how grateful you are to see daylight again after coming through a long dark tunnel? Always try to see life around ya as if you'd just come out of a tunnel.
I see artists bored by light-without-heat, irked at gigantic galleries' pushing out art-as-product, leaving behind the over determined for the undetermined, guided by interior voices and bringing us out of a long tunnel to new blueness.
After a while, you can't get any higher. It's like your head is in a wind tunnel - everything is vibrating.
There's always light at the end of the tunnel, right? It just depends on how long the tunnel is.
Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel.