Candlelight Quotes Novels & Stories

Candles flickered gently on the nightstands, casting a warm, golden glow around the room. I turned to Clinton, my heart swelling with emotion. “You did all this?” He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. “I wanted to make tonight special for you, for us.” I took a step closer to him, feeling a lump in my throat. “It’s beautiful, Clinton. I... I don’t know what to say.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a gentle embrace. “You don’t have to say anything. Just enjoy it.”

--- The sun had set, and the world outside was cloaked in darkness. Inside their home, soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm and intimate glow in the room. Roderick and Cynthia sat on the couch, their legs entwined, and a cozy blanket draped over their laps. They had just finished watching a romantic movie, and the credits rolled on the screen. The lingering emotions from the film filled the room, creating an atmosphere of tenderness and vulnerability. Roderick turned to Cynthia, his eyes reflecting the affection he felt. "You know, that movie reminded me of us," he said, his voice a gentle whisper.

"There is even music playing at this time, but I don't know where it is coming from. This makes it even creepier. It's like the sound effects in horror films. Is there a ghost playing the piano?" Christin was furious and asked, "Have you been reading too many horror novels recently? How could you use 'creepy' and 'scary' to describe such a romantic gesture? This is a candlelight dinner!" Natasha almost cried and said, "I know it's a candlelight dinner. However, do you know that these candlelights are very scary? There should at least have more people around here with a few more dim lighting. There should be more people around. Of course this is creepy!"

And I thought about the ivory tapers bought on sale for twelve dollars on a Tuesday afternoon. About the woman who had lit them at seven o'clock and had not known yet what was coming. About every mile of the road between that Tuesday and this one. And I thought: she deserved to know. The woman who lit the candles. She deserved to know that the road led here. And here was worth every single mile of it. The book said so. On the last line. Buy the candles. Light them. Eat the meal. The rest will follow. It was true. It was completely, specifically, unhurriedly true.

"Then offer to them now, my lady. The day is not yet over. It is never too late." She spoke softly and comforted me, and I was out of bed. My movements were sluggish, deliberate, as if with each step I were speaking a sentence. I found some candles, the ones that I had placed away in a drawer for this purpose. They were plain, nothing remarkable, but to me they were important. I placed them on the windowsill, where the night air would clear the smoke away. I lit them, three at once, and before long there were three little fires burning.

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Leka pov, The candle is giving brightness to our house.. I finished cleaning of the house at the evening.. After that I started cooking quickly thinking that I should finish cooking before he gets home.. While I was cooking, the light in the hall suddenly went out which was the only light in our house.. There is no candle or extra bulb in our house.. Therefore somehow I managed and went out of our house in the darkness and told my situation to akka who staying next to our house and requested her to give me a candle.. After giving me a angry look, she gave me a candle.. I just smiled sheepishly as the way to reply her..

Ersilia proclaimed, lighting a green candle to represent the earth. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the East.” Carlotta proclaimed, lighting a yellow candle to represent air. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the South.” Marcia proclaimed, lighting a blue candle to represent water. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the West.” Malvina proclaimed, lighting a red candle to represent fire. “Blessing upon the witches and werewolves gathered.” I proclaimed as I lit the black candle to banish negativity and then the white for balance.

Naglakad lakad muna ako sa campus at napadpad sa canteen ng Business Ad department nang matanaw kong muli ang lalaking nakita ko kahapon. He's alone. Busy siya sa pagha-highlight ng kung ano sa librong hawak niya. Kinuha ko ang lighter sa bag ko bago naglakad papalapit sa kaniya. "Is this yours?" I asked him. Umupo ako sa tapat na upuan niya. He's wearing a dark grey polo and black pants. He first looked in my hands where the lighter is then he finally looked at me. I smiled. Sinusubukang bumawi sa inis na dinulot niya sa akin kahapon.