Florence And The Machine Quotes

Sometimes I wish for falling Wish for the release Wish for falling through the air To give me some relief Because falling's not the problem When I'm falling I'm in peace It's only when I hit the ground It causes all the grief

For someone so conflicted, who am I to give advice to anybody? It’s such a funny, grandiose idea

I've fallen out of favour And I've fallen from grace Fallen out of trees And I've fallen on my face Fallen out of taxis Out of windows too Fell in your opinion When I fell in love with you

I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown. I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfall

it's always darkness before the dawn

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound. But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness, So darkness I became. I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map. And knew that somehow I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you.

I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you. -Cosmic Love

There's a drumming noise inside my head That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it It makes such an almighty sound There's a drumming noise inside my head That throws me to the ground I swear that you could hear it It makes such an almighty sound Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell

It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber, Until I realised that it was you who held me under.

There's green eyes in my eyes And a lover on my mind And I sing from the piano Tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you

This is a song for a scribbled out name And my love keeps writing again and again This is a song for a scribbled out name And my love keeps writing again and again And again and again and again and again and again and again...

Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you told me I should concentrate, It was all so strange, And so surreal, That a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night And the only solution was to stand and fight, And my body was bruised and I was set alight, But you came over me like some holy rite, And although I was burning, You're the only light Only if for a night

Broke your jaw once before Spilt your blood upon the floor You broke my leg in return So let's sit back and watch the bed burn Well love sticks sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none

I can see the green light I can see it in your eyes

It's always darkest before the dawn.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just music. It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine? In the song 'Cosmic Love,' she catalogs the way in which the world has gone dark, distorting her, when she, a rather intense young woman, was left bereft by a love affair. 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.

When we first came here We were cold and we were clear with no colours on our skin We were light and paper thin. And when we first came here We were cold and we were clear With no colours on our skin 'Till you let the Spectrum in. --Spectrum

Muir wrote of time not in the wilderness: “I am degenerating into a machine for making money.

Just keep following the heartlines on your hand.

But you need your rotten heart Your dazzling pain like diamond rings You need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

Emezi revealed the title for You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty was inspired by the song “Hunger” by Florence + The Machine, stating that listening to the band “stitched me together when my spirit was pulling itself apart.

Leave all your love and your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

Bodies” by Drowning Pool “Breath of Life” by Florence & The Machine “Bullet With a Name” by Nonpoint “Corrupt” by Depeche Mode “Deathbeds” by Bring Me the Horizon “The Devil In I” by Slipknot “Devil’s Night” by Motionless in White “Dirty Diana” by Shaman’s Harvest “Feed the Fire” by Combichrist “Fire Breather” by Laurel “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach “Goodbye Agony” by Black Veil Brides “Inside Yourself” by Godsmack “Jekyll and Hyde” by Five Finger Death Punch “Let the Sparks Fly” by Thousand Foot Krutch “Love the Way You Hate Me” by Like a Storm “Monster” by Skillet “Pray to God (feat. HAIM)” by Calvin Harris “Silence” by Delirium

Śpiew przejmuje kontrolę nad całym twoim ciałem i umysłem. Za każdym razem, gdy przestaję śpiewać, czuję się, jakbym wracała z jakiegoś dziwnego miejsca.

Po prostu trzeba być otwartym, świadomym i wrażliwym na to, co nas otacza, nie oceniać powierzchownie i pamiętać, że nic nie jest takie, jakie się wydaje.

Muzyka jest oczyszczeniem. Czymś, co cię uwalnia od siebie samego (...)

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

And all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.

I need someone who knows to enjoy life. Someone who'll get high with me at the Pere - Lechaise cemetery. Someone who'll lose their breath running trough the Louvre. Someone who'll go to coffee with a good book ( Fyodor Dostoyevsky, L. Tolstoy, Voltaire, A. Camus, Oscar Wilde, Gustave Flaubert ). During the weekends to the cafe de Flore, and after that lunch at Ritz. Someone who'll get lost in Paris in the middle of the night. Someone who'll lay beside Seine, drink wine and listen to Florence and Machine, Banks, Borns, Hurts, Bjork, Tom Odelle... Someone who can sit in front of S.Dali's paintings for hours and not talk. Someone who wants to live. Someone who wants to travel and see the world. Someone who'll look at the stars for hours, talk about life, someone who is not afraid of death.

Guess what?” she said to us. “Someone chopped down a tree in Mrs. Spencer’s garden last night.” I stared at her incredulously for a moment. Not a much-loved family member, then, not a nuclear power plant. My eyes went to Florence’s face, which was wet with tears. Was she really crying over Mr. Snuggles? Unobtrusively, I slipped past Lottie and over to the coffee machine, put the biggest cup I could find under it, and pressed the cappuccino button. Twice. “A tree? But why?” asked Mia with a perfectly judged mixture of curiosity and mild surprise. “No one knows,” said Lottie. “But Mrs. Spencer has already called in Scotland Yard. It was a very valuable tree.” I almost laughed out loud. Yes, sure. I bet they had a special gardening squad to investigate such cases. Scotland Front Yard. Good day, my name is Inspector Griffin and I’m looking into the murder of Mr. Snuggles.

Miłość, seks, śmierć i przemoc zawsze będą ważne. Śmierć jest nieuchronna. Śmierć nigdy nie pojawi się w nowej wersji.

The real question isn’t whether 2B’s are alive,’ she said. ‘It’s whether humans are anything more than machines.

You want a revelation"...That's Florence and the Machine, right?" Elise asks, seeing the lyrics scribbled on the cover. I don't answer. She's friends with Lindsay, or at least part of that clique I've seen them around school, their ponytails swishing in unison. Elise is one of the quiet ones. She didn't join their teasing in the locker room before, but she didn't stand up for me either. "She played a show here last month, but nobody else likes them, and my parents wouldn't let me go alone." Elise looks rueful. "I went," I tell her, remembering the night I snuck out for hours and nobody even noticed I was gone. "She played two hours, it was amazing.

Those who had spent a whole night, or sometimes three whole nights, cramped and cold, with a bursting bladder, while they guided a telescope to keep the pinpoint of a faint star in the cross-hair of an eyepiece, knew the advantages of a fast telescope.

Visitors here are routinely hauled off to a cabin to stick their arms in blood pressure machines, part of an effort to provide ever more data for the project. In addition to its government-funded studies and dozens of special trails, a small number of physicians in Japan have been certified in forest medicine. It’s hard to overstate how unusual this is.

SHAKE IT OUT BY FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

I still like you the most You'll always be my favorite ghost

And I’m so obsessed with my pursuit of the perfect cappuccino that I spent $6,000 on an exquisite La Marzocco coffee machine, which I imported from Florence.