Novel & Cerita Candlelight Quotes

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a candle dancing in the darkness. "Is it evening now?" She asked. Joseph frowned, "You still can't see?" She looked at him and said, "Didn't you light the candles?" "Mr. Mccarthy was afraid that you'd been in the dark for too long, so bright lights would hurt your eyes..." "Shut up," Joseph interrupted Joshua and put his hand on the back of her chair. "Don't you think this type of lighting is very romantic?"

She looked at the candles. “You bought new ones,” she said. “The others burned down,” he said. “You noticed they burned down.” “I notice everything about this apartment,” he said. “You know that.” She looked at him across the candles. At the face she loved in candlelight. At the person who noticed burned down candles and replaced them without being asked. “Ryder,” she said. “Mm.” “I want to ask you something.” He set down his fork. Looked at her. The full attention. Always the full attention.

He was asking if love was a pie with a limited number of slices. Aurora moved. She slid off the sofa onto the floor. She shuffled on her knees until she was right in front of him. "River," she said. She waited until he looked at her. "Look at me." He looked. "Do you know what happens when you light a candle?" she asked. He nodded. "Fire." "Yes. But if you use that candle to light another candle... does the first candle lose its fire?" River thought about it. "No." "Does it make less light?"

A candle guttered. Dawn would not be far.

'Dearest, I'll be there soon. I found all of these candles in storage on the lower level, and the flowers are leftovers from the florist meetings. It's amazing how you can find the loveliest things in the ugliest of circumstances. See you shortly, my loveliest thing. JR.'

We crossed the threshold together, the doors closing behind us. The elevator smoothly ascended, carrying us upward to the topmost floor, where our reserved area awaited. As the doors opened once again, a breathtaking scene greeted our eyes. The atmosphere was adorned with a multitude of flickering candles and shimmering lights, their soft glow illuminating the space in a mesmerizing display. A rush of questions and emotions flooded my mind, prompting me to voice my curiosity to Cullen. Giggling, I couldn't help but ask, "What's all this, Cullen? Why is there no one here? And what's the story behind these beautiful candle and light decorations?"

He lit the round candle and placed it on the holder. The yellow flame radiated a warm orange glow, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Paul couldn't help but be lost in thought as he stared at the candlelight. Inexplicably, the scene of their bodies intertwined together resurfaced in his mind, while the sound of her soft complaint echoed in his ear, "My hand feels sore…" Suddenly, Paul's gaze sharpened as he caught sight of something. He leaned closer to the candle holder… More precisely, to the half-melted candle. The wax had melted under the heat, revealing a sentence written with neat handwriting, "I like you."

The room was immersed in a warm, golden light—the fireplace softly crackling, candles dancing on nearby shelves like little stars. It was a night that seemed to go on forever, dense with quiet, where speaking felt too burdensome. They sat nearby, but worlds apart, each ensnared in their own tumultuous reflections.

That evening, our villa transformed into a private paradise. The Candlelit Dinner Soft music floated through the air as we sat down to a candlelit dinner. Sylvester's eyes locked onto mine. "Tonight, we celebrate our love." The meal was a sensory delight, each bite infused with our passion. As dessert arrived, Sylvester's fingers intertwined with mine. "Forever and always," he whispered. "Forever and always," I replied. The night unfolded like a velvet cloak, wrapping us in its darkness, our love shining brighter than any stars...

“Is it too dramatic for me to say that you are the light of my life? Like the Sun.” “So…. I think if we don’t wake up in time for the sunrise, we won’t miss out on anything.”