Regina Spektor Quotes

I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved

And people are just people, They shouldn't make you nervous. The world is everlasting, It's coming and it's going.

Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood.

This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again

This is the way I want to die. Torn apart by angry fans who want me to play a different song.

Maybe one day you’ll understand I don’t want nothing more than to sweetly hold your hand.

We keep on burying our dead/ We keep on planting their bones in the ground/ But they won't grow/ The sun doesn't help/ The rain doesn't help.

All things considered, the last six months have been a goddamn Victorian tragedy. Today my husband, Victor, handed me a letter informing me that another friend had unexpectedly died. You might think that this would push me over the edge into an irreversible downward spiral of Xanax and Regina Spektor songs, but no. It’s not. I’m fucking done with sadness, and I don’t know what’s up the ass of the universe lately but I’ve HAD IT. I AM GOING TO BE FURIOUSLY HAPPY, OUT OF SHEER SPITE.

You've spent half of your life Trying to fall behind You're using your headphones Just to drown out your mind.

May I propose a little toast? For all the ones who hurt the most. For all the friends that we have lost. Let's give them one more round of applause.

Today we younger than we ever gonna be!

I care so much about making things that are useful for people to have and listen to, but I don't care so much that I won't do whatever the hell I want. It's just one of those things.

Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom/ The truest room in the whole damn house.

[A]s soon as you try and take a song from your mind into piano and voice and into the real world, something gets lost and it's like a moment where, in that moment you forget how it was and it's this new way. And then when you make a record, even those ideas that you had, then those get all turned and changed. So in the end, I think, it just becomes it's own thing and really I think a song could be recorded a million different ways and so what my records are, it just happened like that, but it's not like, this is how I planned it from the very beginning because I have no idea, I can't remember.

Love what you have and you’ll have more love.

This is how it works: you're young until you're not. You love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe until their dying breath. This is how it works: you peer inside yourself, you take the things you like and try to love the things you don't. And then you take that love you make and stick it into someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood.

Don't tell your secrets to anyone/ Because ideas are vulnerable/ As soon as you say your idea out loud/ Then it can go and live on its own/ And you will miss it oh so much/ And you will wait for its return/ And you will wish it were your own/ But ideas that left never come back home.

I'm walking through the city Like a drunk, but not With my slip showing a little Like a drunk, but not And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop

When you're near books, amazing things happen. They can call to you just by being in the same space as you. It can be a feeling, the color or texture of a cover, or the way it somehow sets itself apart from its neighbors and asks you to open it. Then comes the crack of the spine, the random, or not-so-random-at-all page you open to, and finally the completely surprising and unexpected words you read. In that moment, you are the only person in the world holding that book and touching its pages. You can stand there for an hour and keep reading--or put it back and start again. That can't happen of a screen. Other wonderful things can, but not that. And moments like those--of time stopping, eyes searching and minds dreaming--are rare and important in our fast-paced lives. We must protect the possibility of them. Good luck to us!

Well, you’re part of the human fabric of experience. You don’t have to have cancer to write about cancer. You don’t have to have somebody close to you die to understand what death is. Definitely, the more you live, the more experiences fall into your spectrum, but I have songs like “Chemo Limo,” or “Ode to Divorce”—I wrote that when I was 18. And I remember having people come up to me and be like, “You totally described what it feels like to get divorced!” As a writer, you must have been told: Write about what you know. But Kafka didn’t. Gogol didn’t. Did Shakespeare write only what he knew? Did Camus? Our own selves are limitless.And our capacity for empathy is giant. That’s why we’re able to feel sympathy for, you know, a dog who has a puppy in its litter that died; we can feel for that, and write about that. I’ve never seen that, I just see things sometimes in my mind’s eye.I guess it sounds sort of hippie, and probably is, but I do feel that we’re all part of the experience. So in that way, I guess you don’t have to compartmentalize. You could just kind of let it all be.

Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be

Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi, le deluge After me comes the flood

Enjoy your youth sounds like a threat But I will anyway

His destiny was just too big to spend So he broke it into smaller bills and change By the time he'd try to buy the things he needed He had spent it all on loosies and weed and He had spent it all on chips and Coca-Cola He had spent it all on chocolate and vanilla He had spent it all and didn't even feel it He had spent it all and didn't even feel it [Verse 2] All the poets in the alley coughing up blood And their visions and their dreams are coming up red They can either wake up or go deeper But it's so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper It's like awakening a bear in winter To feel the reckoning of hunger splinter He's gonna stretch his claws and feel his power And you are gonna know your final hour Better get a head start, start running While you were skimming from the top was sunny But all the weather 'bout to turn real crummy 'Cause everybody gonna want their money Yeah, everybody gonna want their money Better get a head start, start running Better get a head start, start running 'Cause it's about to get so unfunny All the poets in the alley coughing up blood And their visions and their dreams are coming up red They can neither wake up or go deeper But it's so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

Just because everything's changing, doesn't mean it's never been this way before.

The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possibly it could be news publications and, Possibly it could be news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic The worlds got a nosebleed it said And we're flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests!' And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds.