Top 147 Quotes & Sayings by Florence Welch - Page 3

I guess in order to say something to one person, I have to sing it to a couple of thousand. It doesn't make for healthy relationships.

I think "waste of your brain" is something that my mother would say to me occasionally - I think it's usually when I'm telling her something like that I can remember every outfit I've ever worn.

When you're dressed up as David Bowie, with your eyebrows completely bleached, and you're doing this kind of strange dance with Paul McCartney while singing "Rebel Rebel" in the middle of the Met ball, and Madonna's looking at you . . . I was just thinking, It's become a bit weird.

I like a house party and fancy dress, a big fan of fancy dress, like dress up, costume parties.

I've been having this really weird anxiety dream about arriving too late or too early, and the people in charge are like, 'You have to leave! You have to go back to the hotel and get ready!' And I use the wrong exit, and I'm running down the red carpet in ­pyjamas, like, 'No! Don't look at me!'

Everything has such order and everyone is so focused on doing what they're doing that no one ever pays attention to you spinning and dancing around supermarkets. It's something you find in places like supermarkets and airports, where everything is really ordered. There's something about those places that makes you feel really anonymous.

I think I just have a problem generally in life of wanting more of everything - more emotion, more drama, more glitz.

You live and you learn.

I've been thinking about songwriting more in terms of playing it live, and how it will sound as a band.

Being heartbroken is like having this really horrible freedom. You can be selfish with your thoughts, which can lead to manic creativity, but at the same time you're just really miserable.

The only music I was listening to for ages was old soul. So I wasn't listening to a lot of new music - especially indie music.

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

In a conversation, the words can get stuck, I don't know what to say, I get very anxious.

I've got some incredible fans actually - so loyal and they make me card »">birthday cards and Christmas cards. I got this package of poems and artwork based around the songs. They've got this thing called 'Floetry' where they all have to put in artwork. They've set up their own competitions and stuff which is kind of amazing.

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

I'm obsessed with choirs, and always have been, because of that sense of overwhelming vocals.

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

Lay me down, Let the only sound, Be the overflow, Pockets full of stones.

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

I wanted to be a witch when I was a kid. I was obsessed with witchcraft. At school, me and my two friends had these spell books; I always wanted a more magical reality. I had a little shrine at home and I did a spell to try and make the boy in the other class fall in love with me.

All the words are already there when you're singing onstage, it's fantastic. You can lose yourself in what you've created. You're controlling this freedom.

It was a complete dream to work with David LaChapelle. I collected his books as a teenager, and I fantasised that he would direct the video for 'Spectrum' from the moment the song was written. I still can't believe it actually happened, ?and I'm completely overjoyed that he felt such a connection with the song.

Well, I'm completely normal and mellow.

The music is so euphoric,as a way of battling the words. It’s like an exorcism, beating it out with drums, shake this demon out, it’s so visceral because the melancholy has to be drummed out. I can’t let it sit inside me.

You can forget anything, and actually being a part of a crowd, of a group, can itself be freeing.

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

If you see a river running smoothly, it's because someone has drowned in it, and if it's raging, it means that it's still got bloodlust.