I see light at the end of the tunnel.
Just when you think you’re coming out and you think, ‘OK, I see the light at the end of the tunnel,’ then I got this diagnosis.
Some actors couldn’t figure out how to withstand the constant rejection. They couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel – or if there was, it was an oncoming train.
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.
Due to budget cutbacks, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.
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.
Struggling is hard because you never know what’s at the end of the tunnel.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the way out is through.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel, so I’m going hard.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
There is absolutely, 100 percent, a light at the end of the tunnel for anyone who stutters.
The odds are six to five that the light in the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train.
