{"quotes":[{"text":"People who are unable to stand within the dark places of life, those who are always running towards their happy places, are the same things as candles without flames. There is no worth in a candle without a flame, and we only add the flame when there is darkness. Without darkness, there would be no need for warriors and angels. Warriors are not made because the whole world is happy and angels were not formed because there are no demons. Be of worth, have a flame.","author":"C. JoyBell C.","tags":["angels","candles","darkness","darkness-and-light","flames","inner-strength","inspirational-life","inspirational-living","inspirational","light","overcomers","strong-people","the-strong-ones","the-worth-of-a-person","the-worth-of-inner-strength","warriors","wisdom"],"id":48631,"author_id":"C.+JoyBell+C."},{"text":"I lit the candles and said out loud, “what am I waiting on? Someone to sell them in a garage sale for a quarter after I die?” And it was beautiful. And the smell was even more incredible than I remembered.","author":"Paula Heller Garland","tags":["candles","living-in-the-present","living-now","waiting"],"id":100014,"author_id":"Paula+Heller+Garland"},{"text":"Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.","author":"Anthony Liccione","tags":["birthday","blow","breath","cake","candles","cast","cut","darkness","end","knife","last-wish","leave","party","remove","wish"],"id":109191,"author_id":"Anthony+Liccione"},{"text":"It’s the beating of my heart.  The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door. Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,I was still the one locking the door every night.Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home. ’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personalityand I wanted to keep to myself. And because I haven’t been very impressed lately. By people, or places.Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["alone","awake","berlin","candles","doors","expectations","found","home","impressed","lonely","lost","lost-love","love","moon","moonlight","night","people","personality","places","shadows","solitude","thoughts","travel","wall","wander","wandering","window"],"id":115121,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"What would be the significance of the candlelight, if there were no darkness? What would be the power of the stars over our minds, if there were no night?","author":"C. JoyBell C.","tags":["candles","darkness-and-light","light","light-and-darkness","stars","wisdom"],"id":119695,"author_id":"C.+JoyBell+C."},{"text":"Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call “I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi now.","author":"Kamila Shamsie","tags":["candles","crisis","electricity","failure","humour","karachi","kesc","light","night","pakistan","power"],"id":165972,"author_id":"Kamila+Shamsie"},{"text":"The first music I ever heard was only one hundred and sixty days after I was conceived. Da dum  Da dum  Da dum Have you ever heard the sound a blessing makes? This is it. The first thing I ever saw was only one hundred and eighty days after I was conceived. It was a bright light  soft like clouds  warm like candles. Have you ever seen the colour of a blessing? This is it. The first time I ever suffered was in the three thousand and sixty seconds after I was born. I listened for her heartbeat.  I searched for her light.  I cried for the first time until she was born. Have you ever known a blessing? A twin is it.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["babies","baby","blessing","candles","child","childbirth","children","clouds","conceive","conceived","cried","cry","fetus","first","foetus","hear","heard","heart","heartbeat","kamand","kamand-and-kahroba","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","labor","labour","light","mate","music","pregnant","soft","soul","soulmate","sound","triplets","twin","twin-babies","twin-poems","twin","twin-soul","twins","warm"],"id":199022,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old...Drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.I used to be a poet and my words were gold.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["ageing","aging","ambition","beautiful-life","candles","exchange","exchanging","gold","grief","indian","jade","lament","loneliness","lonliness","marketplaces","minor-poem","minor-poetry","money","moths","old-man","old-poet","poetics","poetry","psalms","roman-payne","saffron"],"id":268683,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"Praying in a Temple is like Lighting a Candle. One kills the ignorance and the other kills the darkness .","author":"gaurav rao","tags":["candles","life","prayer","prayers","spirituality"],"id":282678,"author_id":"gaurav+rao"},{"text":"Don’t get stuck in one candle; find other candles, create other candles!","author":"Mehmet Murat ildan","tags":["candle","candle","candles","create","find","get-stuck-in","murat-ildan","stuck-in"],"id":287681,"author_id":"Mehmet+Murat+ildan"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":16,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}