Quotes About Candlelight

There was candlelight for which she was grateful. Recently she had noticed fine lines above her upper lip and knew that she could no longer get away with sleeveless dresses.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune Terrapin Station...

This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.

A deeply feminine fear, thick and heavy as tar, coalesced in Sidonie's stomach as she surged up against the headboard. Merrick appeared impossibly large lounging against the door, arms folded across his lean chest. Candlelight flickered over his ruined face, lending him a devilish mien.

Her face, the face of a saint, a viking Madonna, shone through the faint motes that snowed across the candlelight, drew down its flush from the wine-colored lanterns in the pine. She was still as still.

Then two dark figures appeared. One of them, tall, majestic, stern, sat down near the table on which Van Baerle had placed the taper.

In the candlelight, she looks of another world, her face all freckles, and in the center of the freckles those two eyes hang unmoving like the egg cases of spiders. They do not track him, but they do not unnerve him, either; they seem almost to see into a separate, deeper place, a world that consists only of music.

Suddenly he fell asleep in the candlelight. After a while I got up to look at his face. He slept like everybody else. He looked quite ordinary. There ought to be some mark by which to distinguish good from the bad.

Only a God can take in all of them, The whole lot, for He dwells in eternal light, While we poor devils are stuck down below 1810 In darkness and gloom, lacking even candlelight, And all you qualify for is, half day, half night.

drinking whisky in kitchens by candlelight, drinking with men who have failed and men who have yet to fail. He wishes

Before marching on the street with the people protesting by keeping in their hand candle light, first ensure to switch on own mind light to see clearly as in which direction the rally is going and who anonymously is supporting them.

Eventually the bishop mounted the pulpit and began to speak. He described the virtues of being meek, poor and humble, while the candlelight gleamed on the jewels in his robes and his plump, self-satisfied face .

Kit turned to him and blinked, candlelight cupping his cheek like a hand.

Electricity is a wonderful thing. Do you realise that if we didn't have electricity, we'd be watching television by candle light?

to my office till very late, and my eyes began to fail me, and be in pain which I never felt to now-a-days, which I impute to sitting up late writing and reading by candle-light.

We give meaning to life based on our point of view. Only wisdom, like the light of the candle, can bring us a complete view of existence. The key to wisdom is doubt! If you doubted a little, you would definitely be less arrogant.

All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable (...) conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candlelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye.

My aunt grows special rhubarb in dark sheds. They keep it dark and warm all winter and harvest it by candlelight and it's the best stuff. She sells it for a fortune, btw.

Dorotea bajó lentamente a la cripta, alumbrándose con un cirio prendido en la lámpara; abrió la mohosa puerta, cerró por dentro, y se tendió, apagando antes el cirio con el pie...

We didn't sit down after the waltz because the next set was fox trots. Someone had turned out the overhead lights and only the candles on the tables glimmered in the darkened room. Jeff held me very close to him and we moved silently through the dimness.

I happened to look at Imogene and I almost dropped by hymn book on a baby angel. Everyone had been waiting all this time for the Herdmans to do something absolutely unexpected. And sure enough, that was what happened. Imogene Herdman was crying. In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. She just sat there-awful old Imogene-in her crookedy veil, crying and crying and crying. Well. It was the best Christmas pageant we ever had.

When old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

He was beautiful, but even more so in his formal attire, with his dark hair and pale eyes. His glistening sword hung at his side, and his tall boots shined in the candlelight.

The walls flickered in the candlelight. The room felt close and warm, like an underground sanctuary.