Mumford And Sons Quotes

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Love will not betray you, dismay you or enslave you- it will set you free

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free

And my head told my heart "Let love grow" But my heart told my head "This time no This time no

It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart, But the welcome I receive at the restart

But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light.

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won.

And you have your choices, And these are what make man great, His ladder to the stars.

So when your hopes on fire, But you know your desire, Don't hold a glass over the flame, Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road.

So I'll be bold, as well as strong, and use my head alongside my heart.

But tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?

She’s probably ovaries-deep in a carton of Ben and Jerry’s right now while Mumford & Sons plays in the background.

But do not ask the price I pay, I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord, forget all of my sins Oh, let me die where I lie Neath the curse of my lover's eyes.

You guys look like you liked Mumford & Sons before everyone else did and now don’t like them because everyone else does.

Do not let my fickle flesh go to waste As it keeps my heart and soul in its place And I will love with urgency but not with haste

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble Little Lion Man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck

dorm. She’s probably ovaries-deep in a carton of Ben and Jerry’s right now while Mumford & Sons plays in the background.

Cause I'll know my weakness, know my voice. And I'll believe in grace and choice. And I know perhaps my heart is farce, But I'll be born without a mask.

You forgave and I won't forget.

Pearl Jam is a band I have a lot of respect for. Nirvana and Sonic Youth I feel the same way about. Mumford & Sons, My Morning Jacket, Wilco, Givers, and Foo Fighters are just some of my favorites. I respect bands that give me something of themselves that I can feel. ("Posing" bands turn me off generally speaking.) It all has to do with a feeling I have about them. That is what music is to me, a feeling. It's similar with people too.

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light 'Cause oh that gave me such a fright But I will hold on with all of my might Just promise me we'll be alright But the ghosts that we knew made us black and all blue But we'll live a long life And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view And we'll live a long life

Your beauty trumped my doubt

The Decemberists. Belle and Sebastian. Mumford and Sons.

And I came home
 Like a stone 
And I fell heavy into your arms
 These days of darkness
 which we've known
Will blow away with this new sun

 And I'll kneel down
wait for now
 And I'll kneel down 
know my ground 

And I will wait I will wait for you 
And I will wait I will wait for you


Claire’s Summer Survival Playlist Janis Joplin—“Piece of My Heart” We Are The Fallen—“Bury Me Alive” Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers—“Runnin’ Down a Dream” Indigo Girls—“Least Complicated” The Doors—“Light My Fire” Mumford & Sons—“Little Lion Man” Girlyman—“Joyful Sign” Matt Nathanson—“Love Comes Tumbling Down” Natasha’s Ghost—“Falling Up” The Beatles—“While My Guitar Gently Weeps” Nemesea—“Afterlife” Dar Williams—“The Ocean

Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you. It will set your free.

You must know life to see decay.

WINTER   As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt       Mumford & Sons ~Winter Winds

Danny’s Song” by Kenny Loggins “Reminder” by Mumford & Sons “Barton Hollow” by The Civil Wars “Like a Bridge Over Troubled Waters” by Simon and Garfunkel “I and Love and You” by The Avett Brothers “Make You Feel My Love” by Adele “Can’t Break Her Fall” by Matt Kearney  “Stillborn” by Black Label Society “Come On Get Higher” by Matt Nathanson “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz “This Girl” by City & Colour “My Funny Valentine” by Ella Fitzgerald “Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong “Stormy Blues” by Billie Holiday “I would be Sad” by The Avett Brothers “Hello, I’m Delaware” by City & Colour “99 Problems” by Hugo (originally written and performed by Jay-Z) “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons “Let It Be Me” by Ray LaMontagne “Rocketship” by Guster “Don’t Drink The Water” by Dave Matthews Band “Blackbird” by The Beatles

The first revolt against the established order turned the pyramid of authority, on which the megamachine was based, upside down: the wives of great men were forced to become servants and prostitutes, the papyri tell us, and the common people assumed positions of power. "Doorkeepers say: 'Let us go and plunder.'...A man regards his son as his enemy....Nobles are in lamentations while poor men have joy...Dirt is throughout the land. There are really none whose clothes are white in these times...They who built the pyramids are become farmers...The [stored] grain supply of Egypt is now on a come-and-get-it basis.

Así como los vientos invernales ensucian Londres con corazones rotos. Oh, la calidez en tu mirada me arrastró hacia tus brazos ¿Fue amor o el miedo del frío lo que nos condujo a través de la noche? Por cada beso, tu belleza triunfó sobre mi duda Mumford & Sons ~ Winter Winds

You described U Street in Washington, DC, as “an inferno of hipsterdom” (“Bring on the hipsters”, February 21st, 2015). Please. U Street is so passé. H Street is the current epicentre of designer facial hair, overpriced small plates, Mumford & Sons, and slow, “ironic” fixed-gear bicycles. The always soon-to-open H Street streetcar, a multimillion dollar “cool” boondoggle that combines the charm of a slow-moving bus with the steering manoeuvrability of a railway train, will only increase the area’s cachet. I would mock further. However, as I am reading your newspaper on an iPad, accompanied by a $12 White Lady expertly concocted by a

My personal hell is a place filled with loud, cocky, inked hipster—millennials. It’s a place where every guy looks like a member of Mumford & Sons, and all the women shun makeup. No, it isn’t Lollapalooza, nor an Arcade Fire concert. No, it isn’t some hipster independent coffee shop serving the latest trend in cold brewed coffee and a donut. No, not a craft cocktail lounge playing Daft Punk on vinyl while everyone sits on low striped cushions and corduroy couches wearing color schemes of pants and tops that make no sense.

My personal hell is a place filled with loud, cocky, inked hipster—millennials. It’s a place where every guy looks like a member of Mumford & Sons, and all the women shun makeup. No, it isn’t Lollapalooza, nor an Arcade Fire concert. No, it isn’t some hipster independent coffee shop serving the latest trend in cold brewed coffee and a donut. No, not a craft cocktail lounge playing Daft Punk on vinyl while everyone sits on low striped cushions and corduroy couches wearing color schemes of pants and tops that make no sense. I’ll give you a hint. A woman walked around wearing a t-shirt stating, “Data is the new bacon.” Excuse me, but fuck you, it is not! Okay, fine. Last hint. All the Mumford & Sons dudes and non-makeup wearing inked millennials are wearing the exact same shirt. Slap yourself if you get this wrong. My hell is the APPLE STORE!