Candlelight Quotes Novels & Stories

He still laughed here and there But the second we stepped inside, the warmth faded. The doors close behind us with a soft, echoing thud. The air always feels colder in the house footsteps are coming from down the hallway it's Lilith telling us that dinner is ready and that Mr. Coldwell is waiting I sit between Mason and Nixon the earlier laughter is gone and replaced with something heavy in the air Mr Coldwell sits at the head of the table calm and unreadable he hasn't said much of anything but his presence in the room is enough to mute the room entirely

With that, she swiftly exited the room. Elliot lit the candles on the. As the lights dimmed, the flickering candlelight created a beautiful and enchanting atmosphere. Looking at the numbers on the birthday cake, Sophia felt a sense of disbelief. "How did you know today is my birthday?" "Hearing it from grandma! Soph, make a wish!" Elliot urged her. With a smile, Sophia clasped her hands together and silently made her wish. Watching her in the candlelight, her face seemed even more radiant and captivating. He wondered how many wishes she made and if any of them included him.

“When the truth comes, it won’t be gentle. It will be mine.” The candlelight flickered, bending toward her as though drawn to the heat of her resolve. Then, with a single breath, she extinguished the flame, plunging the room into darkness.

So I keep them for better use and now is the right moment for that. I light them and place them around the room, I can finally see her on my bed with her head inside her hands, seems she doesn't feel the presence of light. I take one candle and bring it to her, I bend down to see her bend face and show her the light candle. She removes her hands and looks at the candle and then at me. " I will always bring light to your darkness!" I said, " that's what my father used to say to my mother when they were young." I said smiling and sitting beside her while putting the candle elsewhere. She seems calm now!

While many others believed, if a candle was lit up with their loved ones, God will help them grant a lifetime of happiness together. Often during a wedding ceremony, the entire church will be lit up with candles surrounding the newlywed couples, and each candle that was lit up represents their guest’s approval and commendation of good faith. Legend has it that as long as a single candlelight still burns, just as their flames still continue on, God will be able to see and grant peace to the City. Protecting families and their loved ones. Over time, people have come here to light candles, hoping that God will be able to hear their prayers and help to protect their loved ones.

For a moment, she imagined Elias standing somewhere beneath the same sky camera in hand, rain on his skin, peace in his chest. The thought didn’t ache anymore. It warmed. She moved to the balcony, letting the rain kiss her arms. The city lights shimmered like constellations reflected in puddles. Somewhere below, laughter echoed from a passing couple, and she smiled, not wistfully, but softly a woman remembering that love, in all its forms, had made her more alive. The candle inside guttered, then steadied. She whispered, just loud enough for the night to hear: “May you always find the light you once gave me.”

“‘You’ve everything I need. You are going to mend me.’ That’s what he’ll tell you, coaxing you to be one of his many Hansels or Gretels.” The room is lit by a single dim bulb at the centre of the ceiling, too low the man retelling fairy-tales accidentally hits and breaks the only light source in the room. “Damn it! Get a candle,” the man barks, his voice gruff and plummy. “There isn’t any left. I’ve got a matchstick instead.” “Just keep lighting until you are out. I’m almost done here anyway.”

Holding out a chair for me he helped me getting seated, he got himself seated on the other side, at the same moment light went off, there was familiar darkness. Taking out a lighter from his pocket he lighted the two candles kept on the table. Beautiful scent followed, flickering flame of candles, and beside it were visible mine Mr Dark eyes, all of it was soulful, captivating, enchanting. Darkness was all around, and my only hope was sitting beside a lighted flame. It is beautiful. It is immensely beautiful. Through the flickering flame, I saw his eyes, shining with life, blooming with love, and at some corner there was a fear.

My forehead furrowed, when I realized that there was still no electricity. I was about to get up when someone asked me. "Are you okay now?" out of the dark place the man came out who I want to be killed right now. "Don't come near me, you fucking bastard" "You're looking fine," He said "It's good that the rain has stopped. You might shout again when lightning strikes." I want to burn his face using these candles. Speaking of candles... "Why are there so many candles here, huh?" "I know you're afraid of the dark, so I did it because the electricity hasn't come back on yet"

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. The apartment was full of candles. Saints, ancestors, lost pets, missing children, accident victims, nameless dead. Flame after flame burned in colored glass. Local fire. Local merit. The Candle Lady kept a shrine in a laundromat sink. She sold flame by the minute to people who needed to speak to the dead but feared full darkness. No system message appeared at first. This place had its own language. Ava knelt before the candles. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."