Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Tunnels. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Tunnels Quotes And Sayings by 95 Authors including Sofia Samatar,Henry David Thoreau,Anthony Doerr,Tove Jansson,Arthur Rimbaud for you to enjoy and share.
The tunneling entrance curves before it opens into this space and there is absolute, waiting, coiled, and sentient blackness.
The only free road, the Underground Railroad, is owned and managed by the Vigilant Committee. They have tunneled under the whole breadth of the land.
What mazes there are in this world.
Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a tunnel where the dark sometimes deepens into night and sometimes eases to twilight, you're screened from everything, protected, even more alone than usual.
Cement in bold relief, - far underground. I lean my elbows on the table, and the lamp lights brightly the newspapers I am fool enough to re-read, and the absurd books.
basement concrete
Build Pathways and Roads Building pathways or roads can help you travel between your base and other places in your world.
But when you're sad and the walls feel like they're closing in, I want you to remember that the only way to get out of the tunnel is through it.
Underground, the stars are legend.
Apertures, passages from one world to another. Man's escape hatches.
For every prohibition you create, you also create an underground.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel. And it's a train.
Do not look for a secret passage in nature because nature is already the secret passage itself!
And we passed through the cavern of rats.
And we passed through the path of boiling steam.
And we passed through the country of the blind.
And we passed through the slough of despond.
And we passed through the vale of tears.
And we came, finally, to the ice caverns.
They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.
Just beneath our feet, on the other side of the surface of the earth, there is another, subterranean Enon, which conceals its secret business by conducting it too slowly for its purposes to be observed by the living.
The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.
There is no way to put a subterranean down on the floor or for that matter put em down at all, they are the most unputdownable in this world and new culture.
There was earth inside them, and they dug.
People have passed through a very dark tunnel at the end of which there was a light of freedom. Unexpectedly they passed through the prison gates and found themselves in a square. They are now free and they don't know where to go.
This is the time of myths, Orphan. They are the cables that run under the floors and power the world, the conduits of unseen currents, the steam that powers the great engines of the earth.
Always, the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitch vine tunnels.
He remembered that, after digging for a little, the water oozes round your finger-tips; the hole then becomes a moat; a well; a spring; a secret channel to the sea.
Every way he turned, his past was detonated, revealing tunnels and alternative routes under the packed, settled earth of the present.
I would have to go into the tunnel whether I wanted to or not - the tunnel was the road of going on, and there was more of the road on the other side of it - but the entrance was where [my teacher] had to stop. Inside the tunnel was what I was meant to learn
The night is a tunnel ... a hole into tomorrow.
Vess Incorporated had simply dug them out of one hole and buried them in another
The Corridor is a series of environments, challenges, and puzzles that have to be overcome. I'm the Conduit, you're the Runner. I'm here to tell you the rules. You must decide how to use them.
Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.
But underneath it there was not a sound, there was nothing that even whimpered or budged in our tunnel and it seemed Harry and me were tightly sealed inside something, like two secret letters lying next to each other in an envelope.
If there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel, don't go down the tunnel.
The other dark places,' Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.
Underground, as Scarlet suggested." "You're not a mole," said Scarlet. "You can't just go underground. Where will you go? What will
But now the train had finally begun to move, and Albie had switched the fearless truth-telling eye of his camera lens from his untied laces to the walls of the tunnels under east London, because you can never have enough pictures of dirty concrete.
How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.
A large number of people to begin crawling through those tunnels and caves looking for the bad folks.
By the time dad died, the junk was so piled up that there were tunnels instead of rooms.
I discovered it, ventured into it, and before long, sir, you too will have passed through my Arabian tunnel!
Sometimes you must behave like a tunnel! If a formidable mountain is on your way, thrust through it!
Only from dark coal tunnels white diamonds come, but only by the light are they recognised.
Old tires and large clay conduit pipes make excellent, safe obstacles and tunnels for the pups to explore. They will play for hours with big cardboard boxes; clean, used, large gallon plastic bottles; old tennis balls; and squeak toys.
The light at the end of the tunnel is another train heading straight for you.
What made Manhattan Manhattan was the underground infrastructure, that engineering marvel.
When you said we were clandestine I didn't realize you meant literally underground, you could have warned me.
The passageway smelled like decaying bodies and lavender. Her nose found it entertaining. The rocky tunnel ate their footsteps. Camin Barice wanted it to steal their voices. Then, she wouldn't have to listen to the aggravating filth spilling from her charges holes.
Hidden places, which had been mysterious mines for exploration in leafy summer, now exposed themselves and their secrets pathetically,
If you would know my path and follow in its way, then know the land about, both track and willage, in its bridge and in its drownings. Know the outcast rat-shacks, relic stones and gill-halls. Mark each path above and know the underpath below, its secret way from vault to treasure hole.' My
New York lies
far beyond these islands, this
labyrinth. There,
once you emptied a subway coach
by simply closing your eyes
and chanting a summons
to the mountain gods.
with thick stone walls and high, slitted
I'm going to end up like one of those old weirdos who lives in a network of tunnels burrowed through trash - yet I do not fear this.
In my experience ,lights at the end of the tunnel tend to flicker out .
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
Night climbs its long underground staircase.
It recalls what it has to tell us.
And took us to the end of long, dark tunnels, which were filled with green rock and dust. My job was to load rock after it had been blasted, and I did this for seven hours a day. I grew
My feet sink into the ground, and above me, the branches grow into one another, forming a kind of tunnel.
We crossed one of the subterranean rivers, then wound our wag through the library quarter and the Chamber of Birds.
(Carter says I should tell you why it's called that. It's a cave full of all sorts of birds. Again
duh. [Carter, why are you banging your head against the table?])
We reached the end of the tunnel together, and
On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.
An interesting thing about New York City is that the subways run through the sewers.
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.
So, yes, I am in the underground, but actually, it feels like home.
Labyrinths were old sorcery, and subtle: good for recharging one's magical resources when they were running low.
Carve a tunnel of hope through a dark mountain of disappointment
An Undergrounder is one who comes back after he's or she's - you know, under the ground." Daniel's green eyes flared again. "That isn't supposed to happen."
Sir Sun nodded in agreement. "Most certainly not.
In the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. I was told this story by the police. In comparison, they said, I was lucky.
F we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
A beacon of light shining in a dark tunnel leads even the blind to safety
But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.
The pathways of hell are hardly foreign; we shall end up there one day if we tarry too long. From a passageway to a pathway: it is an easy fall, without shock or surprises. Every day we are reacquainted with the sadness of the passageway and step by step we clear the path toward our mournful doom.
I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
The light you see at the end of the tunnel is the front of an oncoming train.
There are roads known by everyone and there are roads known by no one! Choose the second, the mysterious one where many glories are hidden!
You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
I have traveled down this path before - 'List of Seven' and 'Twin Peaks' both have thematic similarities - but 'Paladin' took me much deeper into the intuitive underground. Always bearing in mind Joseph Campbell's Rule No. 1: When entering a labyrinth, don't forget your ball of twine.
If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.
For underground metaphors, you can scrape an inch below the turf.
For what it's worth, my style's been developed in the core of the Earth.
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic ...
There was no light at the end of the tunnel
or if there was, it was an oncoming train.
There is a city beneath the streets
Walls turned sideways are bridges.
Geologists on the whole are inconsistent drivers. When a roadcut presents itself, they tend to lurch and weave. To them, the roadcut is a portal, a fragment of a regional story, a proscenium arch that leads their imaginations into the earth and through the surrounding terrane.
Earthen berm that ran next to the nearest set of tracks.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
London created the Underground, and the Underground created London.
The tunnels shrieked with the wind, each one with its own febrile pitch, creating a fierce chorus.
Never trust any ruler who puts his faith in tunnels and bunkers and escape routes. The chances are that his heart isn't in the job.
Sheltering in Tube stations, the piles of rubble
[ ... ] the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
It is no use asking me or anyone else how to dig ... Better to go and watch a man digging, and then take a spade and try to do it.
I always see the light at the end of the tunnel before I enter the cave
Cracks make caves collapse.
Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?
- Riley Poole
Every Journey has it's own set of dark tunnels,diversions , exits and sources of lights. If we are not focussed enough, we will keep wandering and wandering in the dark tunnels.
I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.
They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel to Heaven. Am I coming or going? Either way, it's too late to reverse. Hidden in the gloom under a red evening sky, I step into the world of the Living.
We can see the light but we are still inside the tunnel, ... We have not been able to get to all the communities.
Even in my underground dreams