I don’t know how to be sexy on a date. Put up a camera and a wind machine, and I’ll give you sexy. Put me at a dinner table with some candlelight and the moon shining in and, oh, I will give you dork.
Funny you mention my dinner parties when I have just suggested that inviting close friends over to share a meal with candlelight and wine at your table could be a form of religious experience for some people. To me it’s a form of sacrament.
I go on walks during lunch breaks and travel with a fold-up yoga mat. I also love reading by candlelight at night.
I grew up on a mountain in Tennessee, and my brothers and I love to go to The Mountain Opry when we are home. There is alway an abundance of laughter and joy, and anyone can get up on stage and dance and sing. My family also goes to a candlelight service at church on Christmas Eve. It’s such a wonderful way to spend the night before Christmas.
As a child, I felt that Hallowe’en was a time when creatures of the night suddenly came to life – we would turn off all the lights in the house and let flickering candlelight conjure up scary shadows and create the effect of imaginary figures lurking in dark corners.
I always wanted to get married with just candles! I think candlelight is the most beautiful light there is and there’s something very spiritual about it.
Do-gooders are easily overlooked. We’re supposed to be soft, touchy-feely types, who wear Birkenstocks, compost everything, and write poetry by candlelight.
We owe a lot to Thomas Edison – if it wasn’t for him, we’d be watching television by candlelight.
My dad grew up in a mud hut and studied by candlelight. He was 14 when he got a scholarship to Russia. He was super clever – the cleverest person. He landed in 5ft of snow, and was alone at 14, studying science and engineering. He didn’t have a bed, and he slept on a table.
My job stays the same, whether we’re acting by candlelight, against a green screen, or on a stage somewhere. Which is just as well, because I really couldn’t do anything else.
In the week following Sandy, we weren’t flooded, but we were without everything else – I ended up living by candlelight – no phones, no computers, no light, no power. If we took a walk at night to go and find something to eat, it was completely black, with no lights coming out of the windows, no street lights: a very apocalyptic feeling.
I was brought up in a very open, rural countryside in the middle of nowhere. There were no cell phones. If your lights went out, you were lit by candlelight for a good four days before they can get to you. And so, my imagination was crazy.
Since Chip and I try to go on a date night once a week, we don’t feel the need to keep holidays like Valentine’s Day all to ourselves. We set the table fancy, we all get dressed up, and we serve a big, beautiful candlelight dinner. It’s our kids’ favorite, too.
I didn’t leave home until 27. I was an only child raised in Philadelphia by my mother and grandmother. My grandmother controlled the stove. She made a lot of potato meals – mashed potato, potato souffle, potato pancakes. When we didn’t have electricity, we ate romantically by candlelight.
I lived by the candlelight for two years because I couldn’t afford power. It was nice and romantic at the time, but if you can’t afford power you’re pretty broke. You endure it.
I often think I am a better person because I lived for many years of my life with a flashlight. I have developed skills I did not think were possible – bathing with a cup of water by candlelight, for instance, and writing a story with a headlamp on.
If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light, If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.
We didn’t have electricity when I was a kid. We had to watch TV by candlelight. No, that’s a silly joke.
If it weren’t for electricity, we’d all be watching television by candlelight.
When I was a kid, the miracles of my life were the Resurrection, a candlelight service on New Year’s Eve, the Virgin Birth, and the Three Wise Men.
As a child growing up during the Korean War, I knew poverty. I studied by candlelight.
Do you realize if it weren’t for Edison we’d be watching TV by candlelight?
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