Quotes About Candle

At the moment, mind is like a candle flame: unstable, flickering, constantly changing, fanned by the violent winds of our thoughts and emotions.

Our human knowledge is a candle burnt On a dim altar to a sun-vast Truth.

Él miró sin proferir palabra. También a él algo le cortaba el habla. Finalmente dejó la vela sobre la cómoda, y enseguida el juego de sombras que aleteaba en el espacio como un murciélago se tranquilizó.

Usputna ?injenica: kukce ne privla?i plamen svije?e, privla?i ih svjetlo onkraj plamena, oni odlaze u vatru i ispeku se, odu u ništavilo jer toliko žude za svjetlom s druge strane.

Oranges and Lemons, say the bells of St. Clements, You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins. When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey. When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch. When will that be? say the bells of Stepney. I'm sure I don't know, says the great bell at Bow. Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

She lights a match in the dark hall and moves it onto the wick of the candle. Light lifts itself onto her shoulders. She is on her knees. She puts her hands on her thighs and breathes in the smell of the sulphur. She imagines she slap breathes in light.

We forget just how painfully dim the world was before electricity. A candle, a good candle, provides barely a hundredth of the illumination of a single 100 watt light bulb.

Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.

We forget just how painfully dim the world was before electricity. A candle—a good candle—provides barely a hundredth of the illumination of a single 100-watt lightbulb.* Open your refrigerator door and you summon forth more light than the total amount enjoyed by most households in the eighteenth century.

ah mama what care the dead t drink up their own toasts? spirits slurping candle syrup affects whose emptiness?

To snuff a candle is pleasing. But to finish you, my dear, is to blot out a sun. How could I resist it?

Oh, life, life!" Bastidas complained, sipping his drink. "What is life? A little flame at the tip of a candle, exposed to a strong wind.

Stick a lighted candle up your backside to give yourself that inner glow.

To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow

Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.

That's it. It's all going to end. The realization wasn't crushing. It was gentle, like a final tendril of smoke from a dying candle.

A strange feeling comes over you, when you see the silent candle burning.

She absolutely declined to be puzzled; she turned her eyes to the flame of the candle as if the question were as irrelevant, or at any rate as impersonal, as Mrs. Marcet or nine-times-nine.

You are the candle, love is the light, enlighten the mind, and heart with your empowering light.

Claire. It was the last candle left within the Indian Agent. The last glimmer. He curled himself around it to keep it alive, and when the storm inhaled he studied his right hand, could feel her beside him in the carriage that night and, as if he could insist on this, looked up the depression he was calling a road, for the cabman's blindered horse, huffing through the snow, its lanterns swinging. Claire waiting for him on the worn velvet seat.

The night was a river. After the candle was blown out, they lay together on the old bed in strips of silver moonlight filtered through the shutters, drifting lazily, cut loose from their past and future. The night took care of them.

One of my favourite scents in the world is the 'Brown' candle from Hotel Costes in Paris. It smells like naughty nights in corners of clubs.

A headlamp of known brightness is a "standard candle." A Type Ia supernova acts as a standard candle, so it's easy to tell its distance.)

Holding his candle so that he could read the coffin plates, and so holding it that the sperm dropped in white patches which congealed as they touched the metal, he made assurance of Lucy's coffin. Another