Ed Sheeran Quotes

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

If someone tells you to change yourself, tell them to go fuck themselves.

I've fallen for your eyes, but they don't know me yet

It's too cold outside for angels to fly.

Be nice to everyone, always smile, and appreciate things because it could all be gone tomorrow.

What didn't kill me, it didn't make me stronger at all.

Success is the best revenge for anything.

Pain is only relevant if it still hurts.

Be a true Heart, not a follower.

If I ever have any back-up dancers, I want the penguins from Madagascar.

The worst things in life come free to us

It's ok to be not ok.

They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator.

It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line

I cant tell you the key to succsess, but the key to faliure is trying to please everyone.

If love what you can't have, then you have to love what you've got

And they say She's in the class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been that way since eighteen, but lately, Her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand Go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly

Give me love like her 'Cause lately I've been waking up alone Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt Told you I'd let you go And that I'll fight my corner Maybe tonight I'll call you After my blood turns into alcohol No I just wanna hold you Give a little time to me or burn this out We'll play hide and seek to turn this around All I want is the taste that your lips allow My, my, my, my oh give me love

Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end.

Im falling for your eyes, but they dont know me yet

Don’t hold me down I think my braces are breaking, and it’s more than I can take.

You are the earth that I will stand upon. You are the words that I will sing.

It's too cold outside for angels to flyy

Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated

I don't ever want to be perfect, Cause I'm a singer that you Never want to see shirtless

Kiss me, like you wanna be loved

Women who are into Lord of The Rings & The Hobbit are, like, the coolest people in the world

Success is the best revenge.

And of all these things I’m sure of I’m not quite certain Of your love And you made me scream But then I made you cry When I left that little bird With its broken leg to die

You’re going to have people who are going to say ‘Oh, you know like, she just writes songs about her ex-boyfriends’ and I think frankly that’s a very sexist angle to take. No one says that about Ed Sheeran. No one says it about Bruno Mars. They’re all writing songs about their exes, their current girlfriends, their love-life, and no one raises a red flag there.

Tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair

Paint stuff and make jam. You`re good at doing that.

Cause honey your soul could never grow old its evergreen

From day one, I’ve been prepared With vo5 wax for my ginger hair.

Be happy, always smile, and appreciate the little thing because they can all be gone tomorrow

She's like cold coffee in the morning I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke She'll make me shiver without warning And make me laugh as if I'm in on the joke

Alamak, it's that Ed Saranwrap! I love his music!” As Ed Sheeran

Just be you. That's the best advice I can give. There are seven billion people in this world and there is no one like you.

You're wasting your time Giving me that speech you try to don't reach: your smile <3 You're holding your tears Your insides are dead You're eating your fears, In a cigarette. You've waited too long, to finally see... Sunshine in the rain is as deep as the sea.

You’re not her Though I try to see you differently I tow the line You see, I’m searching for what used to be mine And I saw your eyes And I saw Alice staring back at me So I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her

And of all these things I’m sure of I’m not quite certain Of your love And you made me scream But then I made you cry When I left that little bird With its broken leg to die

Photograph’ does not have its moments,” I yelled. “No Ed Sheeran song has moments. I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who thought ‘Photograph’ had moments.

A Sheerio,” I replied. “For example, Sarah is a Swiftie because she’s part of the Taylor Swift fandom, so Michael’s a Sheerio because he loves Ed Sheeran.

Paper or razor blade, never give up And just remember just to hold out more A couple years ago I couldn't just control that thought You'd find me buskin' on the street When it was cold outdoors And now I'm sweating on the stage With the sold out tours Writing love songs for the sake of it Never to make a hit

You start off with a little spark, and it's whether or not you nurture that spark. You have to expand it and work on it

Before I save someone else, I have to save myself.

It's alright to die cause death is the only thing you haven't tried

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end

And I will stop trying to fall in love again, and keep it a secret. It never works out anyway

After dinner, Graham and I offer to do the dishes. He turns on the radio and we stand at the sink together. I wash and he rinses. He talks about work and I listen. When an Ed Sheeran song starts to play, my hands are covered in soapy suds, but Graham pulls me to him anyway and starts dancing with me. We cling to each other and barely move while we dance—his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. His forehead is pressed to mine and even though I know he’s watching me, I keep my eyes closed and pretend we’re perfect.

THE SOUNDTRACK OF WES AND LIZ Someone Like You | Van Morrison Paper Rings | Taylor Swift Lovers | Anna of the North ocean eyes | Billie Eilish Bad Liar | Selena Gomez Public Service Announcement (Interlude) | Jay-Z Up All Night | Mac Miller How Would You Feel (Paean) | Ed Sheeran Hello Operator | The White Stripes Paradise | Bazzi Sabotage | Beastie Boys Feelin’ Alright | Joe Cocker Someone Like You | Adele Monkey Wrench | Foo Fighters Bella Luna | Jason Mraz Forrest Gump | Frank Ocean Electric (feat. Khalid) | Alina Baraz Kiss | Tom Jones Enter Sandman | Metallica Death with Dignity | Sufjan Stevens We Are Young | fun. feat. Janelle Monáe New Year’s Day | Taylor Swift River | Joni Mitchell

Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.

The worst things in life come free to us.

Give a little time to me or burn this out, We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around, All I want is the taste that your lips allow . . .” ~Ed Sheeran

Lobster tacos," Emily said, studying the menu and speaking over a remix of Ed Sheeran. "Lobster tacos. Sometimes you feel we've strayed far from God's light, don't you?

And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.

And I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes

So honey now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are.

and all my walls stood tall painted blue but i take them down .take them down and open up the door for you

...I'm not you...nw dt wud b disastrous..!!

everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet

It's to cold outside for angels to fly.

Granny Sheeran told me when I’m looking for a partner to fall in love with their eyes cause eyes are the only things that don’t age, so if you fall in love with their eyes you’ll be in love forever.

Sarah sits up and reaches over, plucking a string on my guitar. It’s propped against the nightstand on her side of the bed. “So . . . do you actually know how to play this thing?” “I do.” She lies down on her side, arm bent, resting her head in her hand, regarding me curiously. “You mean like, ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,’ the ‘ABC’s,’ and such?” I roll my eyes. “You do realize that’s the same song, don’t you?” Her nose scrunches as she thinks about it, and her lips move as she silently sings the tunes in her head. It’s fucking adorable. Then she covers her face and laughs out loud. “Oh my God, I’m an imbecile!” “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, but if you say so.” She narrows her eyes. “Bully.” Then she sticks out her tongue. Big mistake. Because it’s soft and pink and very wet . . . and it makes me want to suck on it. And then that makes me think of other pink, soft, and wet places on her sweet-smelling body . . . and then I’m hard. Painfully, achingly hard. Thank God for thick bedcovers. If this innocent, blushing bird realized there was a hot, hard, raging boner in her bed, mere inches away from her, she would either pass out from all the blood rushing to her cheeks or hit the ceiling in shock—clinging to it by her fingernails like a petrified cat over water. “Well, you learn something new every day.” She chuckles. “But you really know how to play the guitar?” “You sound doubtful.” She shrugs. “A lot has been written about you, but I’ve never once heard that you play an instrument.” I lean in close and whisper, “It’s a secret. I’m good at a lot of things that no one knows about.” Her eyes roll again. “Let me guess—you’re fantastic in bed . . . but everybody knows that.” Then she makes like she’s playing the drums and does the sound effects for the punch-line rim shot. “Ba dumb ba, chhhh.” And I laugh hard—almost as hard as my cock is. “Shy, clever, a naughty sense of humor, and a total nutter. That’s a damn strange combo, Titebottum.” “Wait till you get to know me—I’m definitely one of a kind.” The funny thing is, I’m starting to think that’s absolutely true. I rub my hands together, then gesture to the guitar. “Anyway, pass it here. And name a musician. Any musician.” “Umm . . . Ed Sheeran.” I shake my head. “All the girls love Ed Sheeran.” “He’s a great singer. And he has the whole ginger thing going for him,” she teases. “If you were born a prince with red hair? Women everywhere would adore you.” “Women everywhere already adore me.” “If you were a ginger prince, there’d be more.” “All right, hush now smartarse-bottum. And listen.” Then I play “Thinking Out Loud.” About halfway through, I glance over at Sarah. She has the most beautiful smile, and I think something to myself that I’ve never thought in all my twenty-five years: this is how it feels to be Ed Sheeran.

Chase was quiet for a while. We kept walking. Then he said, “I read this thing that said that kids are getting more depressed and stressed than ever because of phones. It also said we can’t talk to each other as well. I notice those things about myself sometimes lately. I also read that Ed Sheeran gave up his phone.” “Why do you imagine he did that?” “He said he wants to create things instead of looking at things other people create, and he wants to see the world through his own eyes instead of through a screen. I think I’d probably be happier without my phone. Sometimes I feel like I have to check it, like it controls me. It’s like a job I don’t want or get paid for or anything. It feels stressful sometimes.

As we walk on, I hear the soft sound of Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” start to play from the speakers outside a restaurant just across the street where people are sitting out front, dining in the beautiful evening. “I love this song,” I murmur. Bringing me to a stop, Carrick says, “Dance with me?” I glance around. “Uh, here?” “Yeah, here. I want to dance with my girl under the stars.” He gestures to the bright night sky. Then, he twirls me in his arms, so I’m facing him. Moving his arm from my shoulder to my waist, his free hand takes my hand. “You want to dance right here in the street, next to a litter bin?” I toss a glance in the bin’s direction. He slides a glance at it, a grin sliding onto his face. “You can’t deny the romance of what a bin can bring to a situation.

What song is this? I haven’t heard it.” “‘Thinking Out Loud’ by Ed Sheeran.

I Always Listen to my heart! And my heart is always right !!! #chooselove #warvspeace

When Chase was a freshman in high school, I asked him to take a walk with me. As we made our way down our driveway and to the sidewalk, I turned to my bright, beautiful boy and said, “I make a lot of mistakes parenting you. But I only know they are mistakes in retrospect. I’ve never made a decision for you that I know, in real time, is wrong for you. Until now. I know I’m not doing right by you—letting you keep that phone in your life. I know that if I took it away, you’d be more content again. You’d be present. You might have less contact with all your peers, but you’d have more real connection with your friends. You’d probably start reading again, and you’d live inside that beautiful brain and heart of yours instead of the cyberworld. We’d waste less of our precious time together. “I know this. I know what I need to do for you, and I’m not doing it. I think it’s because all of your friends have phones and I don’t want you to have to be different. The ‘But everybody’s doing it’ reason. But then I think about how it’s not all that unusual for everybody to be doing something that we later find out is addictive and deadly. Like smoking; everybody was doing that a couple decades ago.” Chase was quiet for a while. We kept walking. Then he said, “I read this thing that said that kids are getting more depressed and stressed than ever because of phones. It also said we can’t talk to each other as well. I notice those things about myself sometimes lately. I also read that Ed Sheeran gave up his phone.” “Why do you imagine he did that?” “He said he wants to create things instead of looking at things other people create, and he wants to see the world through his own eyes instead of through a screen. I think I’d probably be happier without my phone. Sometimes I feel like I have to check it, like it controls me. It’s like a job I don’t want or get paid for or anything. It feels stressful sometimes.

Songs that felt like Wyatt: “Iris” by Goo Goo Dolls “A Murder of One” by Counting Crows “Take It Easy on Me” by Little River Band “Hold You in My Arms” by Ray LaMontagne “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran “Yellow” by Coldplay Songs that took me to the beach: “Watermelon Sugar” by Harry Styles “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys Songs to make Sam cry: “Who Knew” by Pink “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus “1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back” by Olivia Rodrigo “So Far Away” by Carole King “Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits “Stay” by Rihanna “Sam, I Am” by Missy McGee

Ed Sheeran’s album Divide.

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I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran.

I only like gingers.

I had often envisioned my funeral—me lying against the rose-colored satin, looking utterly stunning, U2’ s and Ed Sheeran’s sadder songs playing gently in the background while my friends wept and laughed over their precious memories of me.

Warm me up with your lips.

I Think I’m In Love – Kat Dahlia That Part – Lauren Spencer Smith Always Been You – Jessie Murph Say You Won’t Let Go – James Arthur Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars Rewrite The Stars – Maddi Jane Night Drive – Henry Lose You To Love Me – Selena Gomez Happier – Marshmellow, Bastille Drivers License – Olivia Rodrigo When We Were Young - Adele Hate U Love U – Olivia O’Brien If The World Was Ending – JP Saxe, Julia All Too Well (10 min) Taylor Swift Say Something – A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera You Broke Me First – Tate McRae Demons – Boyce Avenue, Jennel Garcia Figure You Out – Voila Boyfriend – Dove Cameron Too Good At Goodbyes – Sam Smith Mercy – Sawn Mendes Perfect – Ed Sheeran Can I Be Him – James Arthur Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

Playlist Theme Song: Chris Isaak- Wicked Game (Jessie Villa Cover) Ed Sheeran- Bad Habits Billie Eilish- NDA Billie Eilish- idontwannabeyouanymore Sasha Sloan- Runaway The Neighbourhood- Sweater Weather Croosh (feat. IV)- Lost Seether- Words as Weapons Hemming- Hard on Myself OneRepublic (feat. Timbaland)- Apologize Righteous Vendetta- A Way Out Transviolet- Under Lana Del Rey- Born to Die nothing,nowhere- rejecter Emawk (feat. solace)- Pilot MAALA- Better Life Frank Ocean- Lost Glass Animals- Heat Waves  Johnny Rain- Harveston Lake Seether (feat. Amy Lee)- Broken KALLITECHNIS- Synergy

I read this thing that said that kids are getting more depressed and stressed than ever because of phones. It also said we can’t talk to each other as well. I notice those things about myself sometimes lately. I also read that Ed Sheeran gave up his phone.” “Why do you imagine he did that?” “He said he wants to create things instead of looking at things other people create, and he wants to see the world through his own eyes instead of through a screen. I think I’d probably be happier without my phone. Sometimes I feel like I have to check it, like it controls me. It’s like a job I don’t want or get paid for or anything. It feels stressful sometimes.” “Okay,” I said. Chase and Tish both decided to quit social media and use their phones only for texting.

Gabby’s theme Song: “Bloodstream” by Ed Sheeran Lucas’ theme Song: “Making Love out of Nothing at All” by Air Supply Karen and her family’s theme song: “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran Killer’s theme songs: “Bandito” by Twenty One Pilots and “I Don’t Care Anymore” by HELLYEAH. Other important songs I basically play on repeat as I work: “Neon Gravestones” by Twenty One Pilots  “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots “Getting Away With It” by James “The Girl You Think I Am” by Carrie Underwood “Waiting for the Miracle” by Leonard Cohen “You Want it Darker” by Leonard Cohen

He drove a gray Honda CR-V and ate six Wendy’s Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers from the Drive-Thru Value Menu. He listened to a Spotify playlist of Ed Sheeran, Death Cab for Cutie, and Coldplay while driving exactly the speed limit with his fedora on the dashboard, hooked atop a plastic hat rack he’d purchased for $9.99 on Amazon.

Michael and Sarah Dupré danced their first dance not to a Taylor Swift song but to the band’s rendition of Ed Sheeran’s “Hearts Don’t Break Around Here.

Dark Times by The Weeknd and Ed Sheeran

And if you hurt me That's okay, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

Redbeard pirate look only worked for Ed Sheeran because he was Ed Sheeran.

I also read that Ed Sheeran gave up his phone.” “Why do you imagine he did that?” “He said he wants to create things instead of looking at things other people create, and he wants to see the world through his own eyes instead of through a screen. I think I’d probably be happier without my phone. Sometimes I feel like I have to check it, like it controls me. It’s like a job I don’t want or get paid for or anything. It feels stressful sometimes.

This is a story that begins in Summer, because it is the type of thing that can only happen when the sun is too hot, the nights are too long, and your heart rules everything. Just north of the Black Mountains, there exists a town called Hay-on-Wye. It is a town populated by more books then people. Which is, perhaps why, it was the only place that could have fashioned a modern fairytale such as the one that happened on a summer’s night in August. A girl got drunk at a pub. Trying to forget someone. A boy joined her, matching her drink for drink. Trying to forget responsibility. In a flurry of laughter, false bravado, perfume, and charming smiles they found themselves vacationing in the others world for brief respite. They were a rest from the troubles of their own worlds. Where family, money, obligation, and responsibility tormented the bright, young things like a dementor waiting to suck joy at every step. Neither was certain if it was the booze that made them have stars in their eyes, or if the stars came before. But they shared a moment spurred on by Ed Sheeran playing over pub speakers, messy sheets, and tangled limbs as most modern English love stories are. In the morning, they woke up, sobered, and all that was left was a poem scribbled on a pillow by the girl for the boy. It would have all been forgotten, if not for the stars, and that Ed Sheeran music is designed for soulmates and happy endings. The stars saw how the couple shined for each other that night, and knew they’d make the world shine together. So, the stars did what they do best. They shined down on them, starting their journey back to each other knowing they’d need the light through the dark times to come. -Royals and Rebels: Love and War, book 2 only on Dreame

He smiled. “I needed to impress you, so I’m doing the one thing Cadoc can’t do.” “What’s that?” “Sing,” he said, “he doesn’t have a musical bone in his body, and that’s after years of piano lessons. I, on the other hand, spent a summer busking around Europe when I turned fifteen.” I blushed. “Alright, Ed Sheeran. Do your worst.” Royals and Rebels 2: Love and War only on Dreame

My first blog post sucked. My next blog post sucked. I have written dozens and dozens of sucky blog posts, and I can only hope that I will continue to do work that sucks until the day I die. Because it’s in the process of doing that bad work that the good work comes out. Singer-songwriter Ed Sheeran said that he writes four or five songs a day when he’s working on an album. He says, “if you turn a dirty tap on it’s going to flow shit water for a substantial amount of time, and then clean water’s going to start flowing.” Hemingway had a similar philosophy. He said, “I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit.

I slip up in interviews all the time but I've never maintained a clean-cut image so people don't really care. I've never hidden the fact that I smoke, so if I'm pictured smoking a cigarette now, nobody says much about it.

The time I spent on tour with Nizlopi was all the education I ever needed to be a singer.

I'd smoked from quite a young age and the first thing I noticed when I went into the studio was a stack of Marlborough Lights on the table.

I love you, Alexis. Each new thing I learn about you makes me want you more. This love may be new, but the roots have thoroughly taken hold. I have every reason to believe it’ll keep growing until it drives words from the poets and makes even Ed Sheeran’s love ballads pale in comparison.