Quotes About Candles

Dans les églises, à la clarté des cierges, un homme boit du vin devant des femmes à genoux.

Ages ago, my girlfriend had this little park near her house, with a bridge running over a stream... and I set up all these candles on the bridge. But when I called her and told her she said it was too dark and she wasn't coming out.

When I'm really stressed out, I go to church. I light candles and sit and pray. And I'll ask myself, What's the lesson? Why am I going through this? There's got to be a reason I'm here. What am I supposed to learn?

You know you're getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It's like, 'See if you can blow this out.'

The best thing about summer entertaining is it doesn't have to be fancy - and you can eat outdoors. You can use a tablecloth or just a piece of fabric you love. You can't go wrong with white candles; put them in jars or hurricane vases.

I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit, morning, noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers, using my body scrubs and lotions.

I can't live without my beauty products. I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit, morning, noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers, using my body scrubs and lotions.

These are people who accept the fire of the Holy Spirit,' he said, 'the fire that is left behind but that is used by so few people to light their candles.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops. Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love.

Il pensiero di Demelza gli scaldò la mente e lo illuminò come l'arrivo delle candele aveva illuminato la sala.

It's you and me," she said, "in our own house. Nothing between us—no interruption. Maybe it's because I'm just of common stock, but I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love. Those are what matter to me. This morning—even a few hours ago—I thought it was all gone forever.

Wow," I remarked to an older man who had just turned away from a group. "That's what I call a birthday cake. You think someone's going to jump out of that thing?" "Hope not," he said in a gravelly voice. "They might catch fire from all the candles.

La Rochefoucauld: Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fire.

But most often she watched the candles as if their outcome held her own, the flames almost extinguishing themselves, but, by some greed of oxygen, persisting.

The girls had created a shrine to their dead sister. Those who attended church said the window resemled the Grotto at St. Paul's Catholic Church on the Lake, but instead of the neat ascending rows of votive candles, each alike in size and importances like the souls they pilot-lighted, the girls had engineered a phantasmagoria of beacons. ... The candles were a two way mirrow between worlds: they called Cecilia back, but also called her sisters to join her.

An excellent wine, someone's best attempt at cooking, and the candles and flowers on the table can turn the simplest dinner into an unforgettably romantic event.

One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake.

For me, the end of childhood came when the number of candles on my birthday cake no longer reflected my age, around 19 or 20. From then on, each candle came to represent an entire decade.

Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.

For years Melody had been making the same wish on every birthday candle, eyelash, wishbone, and shooting star that came her way, and now it had finally come true.

He who must die, must die in the dark, even though he sells candles.

Above this crystal pool are rows of lighted candles, flames flickering in the wind. Carved orange lanterns line the crags. O, ignisfatuus, foolish fire. O, the lantern in the mire. Spirits quaking with the light, demon darkness, far too bright. Orange whispers, yellow cries; ever-haunting, numb good-byes. Good-bye, O childhood; Farewell, my nickel joys.

I'll put candles all over the room, then light then, and get to it. I call it my 'vibe in a bag.'