A Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

When you become angry, you enter a tunnel, leaving the light behind you; when you get calm, you exit the tunnel, finding the light in front of you! — © Mehmet Murat Ildan
When you become angry, you enter a tunnel, leaving the light behind you; when you get calm, you exit the tunnel, finding the light in front of you!
The pessimist sees only the tunnel; the optimist sees the light at the end of the tunnel; the realist sees the tunnel and the light - and the next tunnel.
He didn't like it all that much when he first came - all the rubbish and the rush - but it was growing on him, it wasn't half bad. Coming to the city was like entering a tunnel, he said, and finding to your surprise that the light at the end didn't matter; sometimes in fact the tunnel made the light tolerable.
There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.
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.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel. The problem is that tunnel is in the back of your mind. And if you don’t go to the back side of your mind you will never see the light at the end of the tunnel. And once you see it, then the task becomes to empower it in yourself and other people. Spread it as a reality. God did not retire to the seventh heaven, God is some kind of lost continent IN the human mind.
Light at the end of the tunnel? We don't even have a tunnel; we don't even know where the tunnel is.
The light you see at the end of the tunnel is the front of an oncoming train.
I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening as they rose and for one blessed moment, one blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel as if its curves were not made of wind but of something solid that could echo these ethereal songs, and their organized rhythm, their heartbreaking beauty piercing the catastrophic suffering of this place-Lestat
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.
Learn from this, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Hell does have an exit, and I found it. For those who are still looking for a way out, I left the door open and I'll be waiting for whoever wants to grow with me.
Don't wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.
There's always light after the dark. You have to go through that dark place to get to it, but it's there, waiting for you. It's like riding on a train through a dark tunnel. If you get so scared you jump off in the middle of the ride, then you're there, in the tunnel, stuck in the dark. You have to ride the train all the way to the end of the ride.
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