I can't give up that quick My life is a candle and a wick You can put it out, but you can't break it down In the end we are waiting to be lit
A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)
When I belonged to Jobbik, I didn't wear a kippa and I didn't light Hannukah candles.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
My candle burns at both ends
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle.
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
. . . 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.
A scholar is a candle which the love and desire of all men will light.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Covetousness, like a candle ill made, smothers the splendor of a happy fortune in its own grease.
A candle loses nothing when it lights another candle.
Much reading is an oppression of the mind, and extinguishes the natural candle, which is the reason of so many senseless scholars in the world.
Hope lights a candle instead of cursing the darkness.
Life's no brief candle-it's a splendid torch!
A Candle never Loses any of its Light while Lighting up another candle.
You can always meet stupid people in your life journey; you should treat them like the way candle treats darkness: Illuminate them!
By sixteen I thought, "Ah, this is all crap, you're all sheep, I'm not going to church, leave me alone. " And then at a certain point in my teens I started to go to Catholic churches, by myself. Not because I wanted to be Catholic, but because I wanted to light a candle and say something like a prayer and just sit there. There was something I was missing or trying to reconnect with. But it was a secret at the time. I'd developed this cynical persona and the last thing I wanted to admit was that I was skulking around churches in my spare time.
It's like a woman's birthright to knit. It's primal. It's timeless. You don't need electricity to knit. You can do it with a candle, girls!
Is it not common to say to a child, 'Put your finger in that candle, can you bear it even for one minute?' How then will you bear Hell-fire? Surely it would be torment enough to have the flesh burnt off from only one finger; what then will it be to have the whole body plunged into a lake of fire, burning with brimstone?