40 Riddles About Candles

It burns and burns just like the pain in my heart. But once it diminishes, there is nothing but darkness, just like the inside of my heart.

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Riddles about Candles

I’m bright as a diamond, warm as the sun, but I must be lit to have any fun. What am I?
I grow taller as I get older, but the more I give light, the shorter I grow. What am I?
I have been around for thousands of years, but I am often used for romantic dinners. What am I?
I can dance, I can flicker, I can be many colors, but touch me, and I’ll be no more. What am I?
I follow wherever light goes, but disappear with the wind’s blow. What am I?
I can be seen in the winter, I can be found on a cake, yet I am not fire. What am I?
I chase away shadows, bring warmth to the night, but I fear water and wind, they snuff out my light. What am I?
You see me on birthdays and anniversaries too, marking the passage of time as you do. What am I?
I am often with another, side by side we stand, bringing light and warmth, held in your hand. What am I?
I can tell a story of years gone by, but I can’t speak. I shrink as time passes. What am I?
Alone I stand in windows, a beacon for those outside, guiding, welcoming, with my light I guide. What am I?
I start out tall, but the more I work, the more I transform into art. What am I?
I can smell like flowers, or like the ocean breeze, but I’m not a plant or the sea. What am I?
In a silent room, I make my presence known, yet I make no sound. What am I?
I aid with sight in the dark of night, especially when you’re reading a book by my light. What am I?
I can light up a room, but I am often cold to the touch. What am I?
I can stand like a tower, but a puff of air can bring my fall. What am I?
You can see my body, and you can see my light, but you can’t see what keeps me alive. What am I?
I’m often used when painting in a room, but not as a brush or a tool. What am I?
I am found in memories, in moments of calm, leading the way or setting the charm. What am I?
I have no fire, but I can light a room. I’m often used in power outages. What am I?
In homes I flicker when evening falls, bringing comfort without words. What am I?
I have a river, but it doesn’t flow water. Instead, it flows down my side when I’m used. What am I?
I stand on cakes and guard wishes, only to be extinguished in a moment. What am I?
I start solid, then I melt, then I disappear, only my scent may linger. What am I?
I’m often lit in quiet corners, keeping secrets in gentle light. What am I?
I’ve illuminated texts for scholars of old, but now I’m more for ambiance. What am I?
I can be as tall as a child, but with time, I shrink away, unnoticed. What am I?
I stand in vigils, silent and still, witnessing prayers and thoughts. What am I?
For a dinner with love, I am chosen to light, adding charm to whispers in the night. What am I?
In celebrations, I’m all around, yet I’m not electric, I’m more profound. What am I?
I’ve been present in palaces and huts alike, unchanged by technology’s hike. What am I?
I create a cascade, but not with water; instead, I use something much softer. What am I?
I stand guard in the dark, ready to be lit, ensuring comfort with my little bit. What am I?
I can change the mood of a room without a sound or move, just by my presence alone. What am I?
In stories of old and times of dread, I was the companion by the bedside. What am I?
I stand like a soldier, straight and tall, but with heat, I can no longer hold my pose. What am I?
In moments of remembrance, I am there, a small but poignant presence in the air. What am I?
I don’t guide ships at sea, but I guide steps in the dark gently. What am I?
In rituals and traditions, I’m often found, adding warmth and light all around. What am I?