Candlelight Quotes Novels & Stories

Is it really that useful? "Come on Luna. Let's clean the dirt on the floor. Do not open the curtains on the window understood?" "But it's dark in here sister, How can we see things in the dark?" "Silly, there are lots of candles in this room. Can't you see?" While she was talking to me, she lit up all of the candles in the room one by one. And in no time, the room is illuminated once again. I really wanted to open the curtains to see the view from this house. Would I still be able to see the Castle?

Montessa’s eyes reflected the sparks coming off his skin. “Don’t hold back, baby,” she said. “Let’s burn this place to the ground.” She put her hand on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The wind started around them, blowing candy and engine oil and baby food off the shelves. The wind fanned Lu’s flames, and they became higher and higher. “Burn,” she whispered, and the building ignited. Deadly Hanukkah candles. The most exquisite of joys in the most horrible of circumstances. “Burn,” she repeated and used her hand to direct Lu’s flames toward the bodies on the ground. The clerk seared and sizzled. Flames danced in his open mouth, in his throat. She saw firestorms in his eye sockets.

She placed the glass of water on the table and set the lighter down beside it. Lucas was still curious, "May I ask what you needed them for?" Andrea smiled again, "Of course! I just wanted to light a candle and have some water while we talked. I find it helps me relax and focus." Candles? Lucas' face contorted into a confused frown? And then he looked around the living room, there were no candles in sight to be lit. What was she talking about? Well, she said candles help her relax and he does have some scented candles upstairs so he could help her with that.

In the hush, fireflies rose among lilies, twinkling like tiny promises: light survives, even where grave markers once stood. Ophelia closed her fingers around the ring, feeling its cool curve against her pulse. *Little star, we made it past dawn. Now we learn how bright daylight can be.* ---

And we come here every evening, To spite all the troubles. Let these candles never go out, The fire never goes out! And the scars of fate will heal And keep the family warm! »

"Hey that does sound interesting, but what are we going to do eat in the dark, and then spend the rest of the night stumbling around in it." "Come on Mom, you know Grandma's motto . . . always be prepared." "Oh, yes of course, candles. She used to always have plenty of candles on hand . . . just in case." "Nothing has changed. Are you up for a candlelight dinner and then staying unplugged the rest of the night? I just think it would be really nice to share a quiet evening at home with my mother. No buzzing phones, no racket on the TV, no bright lights, just peace and quiet with you and me connecting on a human level without all the gadgets."

"Then what is the solution?" "Light the candle." I shrugged. This felt like crazy lady ramblings to me. But I knew better than to underestimate my grandmother. She'd saved our butts enough times, fighting her way to lucidity long enough to offer the help we needed when times were tough. If I knew anything about her, she was smarter than me and saw things more clearly than anyone I knew. "Yes, Syd." Gram tapped her fingernails on the floor. "Light the candle. Don't worry that there isn't any fire. Just light the damned candle."

From the corner of my eye, I saw battery-powered candles on top of water lilies lighting up one by one and it formed a letter that brought tears to my eyes. 'Will you marry me?'

Each person held a small, unlit candle. "We're here," Maya said, her voice carrying in the cold air, "because we believe in the return of the light. The longest night is a promise. It says that the dark will end. That the dawn will come. That the turning will continue." She lit her candle from the lantern on the porch, then passed the flame to the person beside her. It traveled, a small, steady light, from hand to hand, until the porch was dotted with a constellation of flickering flames.

he whispered, and instantly, my heart clenched. Forcing a smile, even though my insides felt like they were twisting into knots, I reached for the drawer and fumbled around until my fingers closed around a candle. I struck a match, the little flame casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. It wasn’t much, but it would do. I placed the candle carefully on the table, watching the way it's warm glow made Riley’s face soften just a little. “Well, buddy,” I said, keeping my voice light, “looks like we’re going to have a few candle-lit dinners. Fancy, huh?”