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Quotes About Candle

There is a pleasure sure In being mad, which none but madmen know. DRYDEN, The Spanish Friar, II, i The Migration July had been blown out like a candle by a biting wind that ushered in a leaden August sky.
~ Gerald Durrell
There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle.
~ Robert Alden
Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
~ Bible
Por Dios, aunque su cara tenía una expresión dura, la voz de Zsadist era tan suave y hermosa como la llama de la vela!
~ J.R. Ward
I would love to DJ the royal wedding. Just so I could play Candle in the Wind non-stop.
~ Anthony Jeselnik
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
~ Carl Sandburg
Wisdom holds a candle to experience, but you've got to take the candle and walk alone.
~ Lauren Kate, Teardrop
And here am I, she thought, fixed in the religious life like a candle on a spike. I consume, I burn away, always lighting the same corner, always beleaguered by the same shadows; and in the end I shall burn out and another candle will be fixed in my stead.
~ Sylvia Townsend Warner
In one was, I suppose, I have been in denial for some time, knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light. But for precisely this reason, I can't see myself smiting my brow with shock or hear myself whining about how it's all so unfair: I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me.
~ Christopher Hitchens
Bell, book, and candle, candle book and bell, forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell. Anon you shall hear a hog grunt,a calf bleat, and an ass bray, Because it is Saint Peter's holy day
~ Christopher Marlowe
Venice took on the feeling of a city paved with black glass, the odd lantern, torch, or candle reflecting in the canals like distant windows into hell, the crescent moon throwing silver scythes across the water where it could find its way between buildings.
~ Christopher Moore
In every village there is a candle, the teacher; and an extinguisher, the clergy.
~ Victor Hugo
He had enlightened Marius by chance and without being aware of the fact, as does a candle which some one brings; he had been the candle and not the some one.
~ Victor Hugo
Il est la chandelle du sépulcre. Éclairer l'ouverture inexorable, avertir de l'inévitable, pas de plus tragique ironie.
~ Victor Hugo
Where does the flame of a candle go after is faded?
~ L.J. Smith
Absence abates a moderate passion and intensifies a great one- as the wind blows out a candle but fans fire into flame. (Maxims)
~ La Rochefoucauld
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blow up the bonfire.
~ La Rochefoucauld
Absence lessens the minor passions and increases the great ones, as the wind douses a candle and kindles a fire.
~ La Rochefoucauld
wings—-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
~ Laini Taylor
The despair was entire, complete as a possession, but fleeting. It released her, and was gone, but it left Karou gutted, guttered, feeling for all the world like… …a candle flame extinguished by a scream.
~ Laini Taylor
Magnus thought of James Herondale, burning up with too much light, too much love,too much, too much- while the boy in the portrait was as lovely as a dying poet, with the fragile beauty of a candle about to gutter out.
~ Cassandra Clare
What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.
~ Cassandra Clare
Did you see her?" the Marid said nervously, looking at her with great dark eyes. "Our daughter. Standing on the Gear. Dis you see her?" "What?" said September—and then she winked out, like someone blowing out a candle, and all the field was still.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
And you will arrive under a soldier's black mantle With your fearful greenish candle And will not show your face to me. But the riddle cannot torment me for long: Whose hand is here, under that white glove Who sent this wanderer, who comes in darkness?
~ Catherynne M. Valente