Florence Welch 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

Sometimes I find that music is so much more attractive than love. I don’t know… It’s like some kind of euphoria, that love can’t bring to you.

It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back, So shake him off.

So... Italian gelato. Take the deliciousness of a regular ice-cream cone, times it by a million, then sprinkle it with crushed-up unicorn horns.

I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.

Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.

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 don't want your future I don't need your past One bright moment Is all I ask

Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.

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

Whispering like it's a secret, only to condemn the one who hears it, with a heavy heart.

I like people who've seen some darkness The haunted ones. I like people who don't claim to know what love is The honest ones.

Songs can be incredibly prophetic, like subconscious warnings or messages to myself, but I often don't know what I'm trying to say till years later. Or a prediction comes true and I couldn't do anything to stop it, so it seems like a kind of useless magic.

I try to maintain a healthy dose of daydreaming to remain sane.

it's not like you lose... you just don't.. win.

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

But you have to satisfy the monster. The monster has loved you for longer than anyone else.

it's always darkness before the dawn

You took my heart and you held it in your mouth And, with a word all my love came rushing out And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word There is a hollow in me now... And Every whisper, every sigh Eats away at this heart of mine And there is a hollow in me now. So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such sweet nothing.

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 guess I won't write poetry I'll just stare at my phone for fucking eternity

Tonight I watched the sun set at Ponte Vecchio. I think its safe to say I have finally found the place that feels right to me. I just can't believe I had to come halfway across the world to find it.

I make songs to tie people to me With a ribbon of fantasy around their necks Such a beautiful bow. That I hold in my fist And I will not let go.

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

I wish to remain nameless And live without shame 'Cause what's in a name, Oh I still remain the same

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...

Hey what's the matter? Are you crying?" I shook my head, slowly opening my eyes and smiling at him again. "No, it's nothing." But it wasn't nothing. I didn't want to ruin the moment by explaining to him, but suddenly it was like I had a zoomed-out view of this moment and I never, ever (ever) wanted it to end. I had Nutella on my face and my first real love sprawled out next to me and any minute the stars were going to sink back into the sky in preparation for a new day, and for the first time in a long time, I couldn't wait for what the day would bring. And that was something.

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

To give yourself over to another body That’s all you want really To be out of your own and consumed by another To swim inside the skin of your lover Not have to breathe Not have to think But you can’t live on love And salt water’s no drink We're dying of thirst so we feast on each other The sea is still our violent mother The blood round here pours down like water Each wave a lamb lead to the slaughter And like children that she just can’t teach We break, and break, and break And break ourselves upon the beach- Body of Water

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

Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine But maybe not tonight

That’s all you want really To be out of your own and consumed by another To swim inside the skin of your lover

You’ll always be my favorite ghost

I am teaching myself how to be free

You saw the stars out in front of you Too tempting not to touch

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

I don't know what makes a song a song and a poem a poem: they have started to bleed into each other at this stage. You can have everything.

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground

I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death And in the crowd I see you with someone else I brace myself 'cause I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse

My mind has claws and sets of teeth if left unchecked it will eat and eat -Depressive Pacman

So you start to take pieces of your own life. And somewhat selfishly Other people's lives And feed them to the song At what cost This wondrous creature That becomes more precious to you Than the people that you took from How awful To make human sacrifices A late night conversation A private thought All placed upon the altar But you have to satisfy the monster The monster has loved you for longer Than anyone else.

Holy water cannot help you now A thousand armies couldn’t keep me out See, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down I’ve come to smoke you out Seven devils all around you Seven devils in my house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, And I’ll be dead before the day is done And now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it’s an even sum It’s a symphony It’s a battle cry They can keep me alive ‘Til I tear the walls ‘Til I slave you heart And they take your soul And what have we done?

When did you become something I couldn’t write about, Did you become real to me?

I could fall in love with a plastic bag if it paid me some attention

Holy water cannot help you now See, I have to burn your kingdom down And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes I'm gonna smoke you out

Rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor. Sinking like a siren that can’t swim anymore.

Mother, make me Make me a song so sweet Heaven trembles Falling at my feet

You make a fool of death with your beauty

Female rage is one of the scariest things you could possibly imagine.

I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

I wish I had more of your staunch American character, Strong, bold, and unflinching, like the desert or a New York skyscraper. But I am more like the English weather Unpredictable and ever changing, Prone to downpours. Battered by sudden winds - thin skinned, eye-bagged and always cold, Proud and leaking.

And I started to hear it again But this time it wasn't the end And the room is so quiet, Oh oh oh And my heart is a hollow plane For the devil to dance again But the room is too quiet Oh oh oh I was looking for the breath of a life A little touch of a heavenly life But all the choirs in my head sang No, oh oh

You say you’ve found heaven but you can’t find God

And the air was full of various storms and saints Parading in the street As the banks begin to break And I’m in the throes of it Somewhere in the belly of the beast

I have been bleeding out in public For so long And all I know is, all I have been taught is that it is Both Not good enough And still, somehow Too much

Florence is the perfect place to fall in love, which means it’s also the worst place to be heartbroken.

And we’re just children wanting children of our own I want a space to watch things grow But did I dream too big, so I have to let it go

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.

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

They can keep me out 'Til I tear the walls 'Til I save your heart And to take your soul For what has been done Cannot be undone In the evil's heart In the evil's soul Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done Before the day is done

I ain’t never scared because I ain’t never been sacred.

But as the water fills my mouths It couldn’t wash the echoes out But as the water fills my mouths It couldn’t wash the echoes out

So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up So much time on the other side Maybe I’ll see you in another life If this one wasn’t enough So much time on the other side

It's too late to come on home All those bridges now old stones It’s too late to come on home Can the city forgive, I hear it’s sad song

words are weapons

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

And I want you so badly but you could be anyone

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

I woke up in bed with two teenage vampires. I don't think they had even asked me in. I don't know how I had ended up sleeping sweetly between them. Neil was banging on the door with some clothes for me. My dress had been shredded in the night. Not by the vampires though, there are other things that bite.

I’m sorry if you couldn’t find me I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and hunting with crows. And I have found myself a home where no body goes.

We are all too young to die.

But you came over me like some holy rite And although I was burning, you’re the only light

Pull down the mountain, drag your cities to the sea... Don’t leave me on this white cliff Let it slide down to the, slide down to the sea

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

You can't choose what stays and what fades away

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 (...)

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

Who's a heretic now?

To give yourself over to another body That’s all you want really, To be out of your own and consumed by another. To swim inside the skin of your lover... Not have to break Not have to think But you can’t live in love And salt waters no drink. We’re dying of thirst so we feast on each other. The sea is still our violent mother The blood round here pours down Like water, each wave a lamb Led to the slaughter. And like children that she just can’t teach We break, and break, and break And break ourselves upon the beach...

Regrets collect like old friends ... Looking for heaven, found the devil in me ... And it’s hard to dance with a devil in your back so shake him off

You wonder why it is that I came home I figured out where I belonged

But I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away

I like people who've seen some darkness. The haunted ones.

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

This poem is not good enough because Other women have also written poems And, as everyone knows There can only be one woman Above all the others Who has clawed and killed to get there But maybe she doesn't have children So She's not good enough either And she dies on the heap with the rest of us

Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Florence Welch—acknowledged Stevie as a major influence on their careers, and Stevie allowed that this was flattering. A