Candlelight Quotes Novels & Stories

“What do people wish for?” The firelight reflected softly in his eyes when he answered. “Things they’re afraid to say aloud.” Without thinking properly, I looked down at my lantern and whispered a silent wish into the darkness before lifting it carefully. At the same moment, Valdanus reached to steady the lantern beside me. Our hands touched. And neither of us moved away immediately. The warm light between us flickered softly while the lantern floated upward into the night sky. Around us, hundreds more rose beside it until the darkness above Scorath glowed gold.

“ Like I said, the Zuan candle is no ordinary candle. It can only go out if the person who is holding it starts to feel fear, grief, or any dark emotions instead of focusing on the light. Now, all competitors should please pick a candle.” *** “It must be nice to have men go to worlds to die for you.” Lupita walked into the kitchen without so much as a sound. “ No.” I said. “It's not nice at all. I honestly don't want anyone to die for me or fight for me. I think it's ridiculous.” I said. “ So you think your family legacy should die. You think this is all for show, that those brave warriors just want to die? Are you that pathetic?” She said.

Could it be true? "Not when a lot of time is spent there," she replied. "I guess you're right." "Where I come from," Elena said, her body poised as she looked straight ahead, "we often have a saying that goes like, 'Whenever your lamp goes off, never hesitate to pick new fire from your neighbor instead of being all alone in the dark.'" "Uhm, I see, but I don't get it."

It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward. I opened a random page and saw old tear stains on the page, the tears that I cried six months ago. - Stars can't shine without darkness. I smiled ruefully as I read the sentence and then flipped through the pages. I missed my sister a lot. - Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

— Go for me, after tonight, this man will not leave you. *** — When we think about preparing a romantic surprise, surely the first thing that comes to mind is a candlelit dinner. - Rúbia begins while savoring a salmon sashimi. After Alba’s client’s fruitful visit, we all went to lunch at a sushi bar near work. She keeps gesturing sensually. — Turning out the lights gives a more intimate tone to the occasion, and the candles illuminate only you, and everything around is in the background. — So it would be good for you to look for candles that match the environment. - Rachel speaks. — Do you already have a notion of where you will do, date, these things?

Kael had memorized the words until they were etched into his soul: "A world without friction is a world that eventually stops turning. If the peace becomes a cage, break the glass. If the light becomes so bright that you can no longer see the shadows, remember that growth only happens in the dark. Do not be afraid of the fire; be afraid of a light that never changes." Kael lifted the vial. It didn't glow with the calm, rhythmic pulse of the modern cities. It flickered. It was a violent, jagged silver—a liquid lightning that seemed to fight against the glass walls of its container.

And the wick on that candle will never be the same again; it will be black, some of it burned away forever. It can be lit again, but after another breath, there’s even less of it than there was before. Over and over again that light would be blown out till there is nothing left. I’m that candle. I’m at the end, and with just one more breath I will be gone. There will be nothing left of me. There’s no coming back after that. I’m alone and I’m on my last breath. But then I look at Blake and he makes me want to try to find that light again.

he added to Talen as Talen placed a cup on the bench near him. “Spell-trap,” Aislen replied. “It’s not that hard to build. Getting the things from the bench into the trap is an entirely other story. Thanks, daddy,” she lifted her face as Talen placed a wine glass before her and he leaned down to kiss her. The lights flickered and went out. For a moment, the reflections in four of the men’s eyes picked up the candlelight as their eyes adjusted. The flickering candlelight sent dancing shadows across the walls. Aislen shivered, she’d had enough of things skittering in shadows for one night, she thought.

It flickered in the draft from the door. "It is... small," Cale whispered. "It's a candle." "It is a timeline," Cale said. "Burning down." "It's just wax, Cale. Don't get metaphysical." "I cannot help it. The symbolism is overt." "Blow it out. Make a wish." Cale looked at Elion. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them look like deep pools of water. "I do not know what to wish for," Cale admitted.