Best 126 quotes of Florence Welch on MyQuotes

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.

The release of 'Lungs' was so hard. It was terrifying, because it was the first time doing everything. The first experiences of media exposure were almost paralysing. I spent a lot of time crying on the floor of the studio - it sent me a bit mad.

There's such an extreme feeling to be in love, especially in quite an emotionally destructive relationship, where you're both kind of really bad for each other, but you love each other so much. Those extreme emotions, I think, can only be described with extreme imagery.

The stage is a place where I can be wholly myself. Even though you're in front of people almost to be judged, it is a place without judgement.

The stage is the place I feel comfortable - it's almost as if real life is where I feel most nervous. Conversations are a lot more nerve-wracking.

The Teenage Cancer Trust does incredible work supporting and caring for teenagers and young adults with cancer, and it's a cause that is really close to me and my family.

Touring, and being in a band, it's almost like the other stuff, the other parts of life, get put on hold.

Well, I'm completely normal and mellow.

What I really like seeing from the stage is people having their own moments, when people are doing some performance of their own.

When I am with my family, then I can just sort of switch off. It's kind of weird, because I go back and I go into this bedroom that I have had since I was a teenager. It is like this parallel universe, because one minute I am on the red carpet and then the next I am hiding out in this room I have had since I was 15.

When I first started, especially because I got the Critics' Choice before I'd released an album, there was a lot of scrutiny on what my character was, what my background was, what colour my hair was. I fought quite hard for the music to overtake the personality aspect.

When I'm singing I'm always trying to get to the highest point possible. I'd fly to the top of Buckingham Palace to sing to the queen.

When something really hits me, it makes me want to either jump off something really high or lie down and be buried. I want people to get hit and caught by my music.

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.

When you're heartbroken, you're at your most creative - you have to channel all your energies into something else to not think about it. Contentment is a creativity killer, but don't worry - I'm very capable of making myself discontented.

Where's my heart at? Aw. Um, in my chest. I think it's in there - on the right hand side. Sometimes it's in my mouth and sometimes I can feel it in my stomach, when I get really nervous. So it's pretty physical.

Worst nightmares can also appear with your eyes open.

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

You know, people always ask, 'What are you like offstage?' And I always say, 'Well, I'm completely normal and mellow.'

You live and you learn.

You should have high expectations for yourself and others should come second.

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

Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.

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

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

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