Florence Welch Quotes
Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.
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Love is a beautiful feeling.
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Our family is very tight. Just like any family, we have our ups and downs, but the love is always going to be there. I try to go to my parents' house as much as I can.
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Look your best - who said love is blind?
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Love is the funeral of hearts.
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I write songs about love because, above all, love is the most human thing we have together. Feelings are a part of us every day. You feel things every day, no matter where you are. So that's what I write about.
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My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because, as far as I'm concerned, love is absolutely everything.
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Writing is a form of licensed madness.
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Love is the beauty of the soul.
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My mother keeps things in perspective for me. She makes me realize that the acting I do and love is no more important than what one of my brothers does-he works in a shoe repair shop. If my career ever tapers off, I'll go to college.
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Regardless of who you are or who you like, love is love.
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And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.
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Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
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Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.
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Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
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To love is to act.
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Tough love is the hardest to give.
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To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.
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You're not looking for perfection in your partner. Perfection is all about the ego. With soulmate love, you know that true love is what happens when disappointment sets in - and you're willing to deal maturely with these disappointments.
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Love is reducing the universe to one being.
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The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.
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I wasn't that bothered with school; I was too mad into horses. But I liked reading and was good enough at English and always liked music.
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Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.
