If you do not see light at the end of the tunnel, consider it an opportunity to create an opening yourself, wherever you want.

Clusters of bats hung like bunches of withered grapes from the roof and when, from time to time, either Kerim’s head or Bond’s brushed against them, they exploded twittering into the darkness.

It’s true. The storms won’t last forever. The nasty weather will never last. There is always that light at the end of the tunnel.

If you see the light at the end of the tunnel, you’re lookingthrough binoculars the wrongway

Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst.

At the end of every light, is a tunnel of darkness.