Regina Spektor Quotes

We live in a bewildering world.

There's just so much craziness out there in the world; it's like I couldn't fit them all in my books.

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, whilst the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesn't feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck anyway, and certainly not whilst it, the second duck, was busy flying.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

Life is like a box of sardines and we are all looking for the key.

All of life and human relations have become so incomprehensibly complex that, when you think about it, it becomes terrifying and your heart stands still.

Life is extremely complicated.

I was terrified and confused every day of my life until I started Nasty Gal, and for a good while after as well.

It's an odd world.

The complexity of the world is so overwhelming and so present to everyone.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

You always have to wrestle with chaos.

What the hell is going on? I thought we were winning the war.

Life itself is controversy.

The world comes to us in an endless stream of puzzle pieces that we would like to think all fit together somehow, but that in fact never do.

At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

In biology, nothing is clear, everything is too complicated, everything is a mess, and just when you think you understand something, you peel off a layer and find deeper complications beneath. Nature is anything but simple.

Why did people manufacture trouble when there was already so much of it in the world?

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.

Economics and politics are the governing powers of life today, and that's why everything is so screwy.