Best Flickering Light Quotes

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

A candle is a living, flickering light. It can easily be blown out. As we watch a candle burn we see the wax diminish. It melts away – a symbol for life. […] Candles have long been central to worship. By lighting them we announce that we are entering into a different sense of time.Not the usual ticktock time of daily living, but sacred time, a timeless time.

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

I don’t know why, but the warmth and the comfort of flickering light help. And a fire, in the fireplace or on the beach, is very comforting. I think when you make something consistent and familiar, it helps. I light candles every single night in my home.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light – in a little cruse – lasted as long as they say; but that the courage of the Maccabees lasted to this day: let that nourish my flickering spirit.

Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night. We were waiting for the rescuing dawn – or for the Moors. Something, I know not what, lent this night a savor of Christmas. We told stories, we joked, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand, and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But on this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.