Regina Spektor Quotes

Now I lay me down to sleep my bomb proof cellar's good and deep but if i'm killed before I wake remember god it's for your sake amen.

I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: "It is seriously time for a miracle."

There's nothing like suffering to remind us how not in control we actually are, how little power we ultimately have, and how much we ultimately need God.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

When someone gets sick, it is easy to get walked all over, walk all over people, and be so beat down you agree to things you would never normally agree to.

God, if there is a God, take my soul, if I have a soul.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.

Life is an incurable disease.

You don't appreciate life until you get to the other side. Like lying in a hospital bed.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

The tragic fact is that with addiction, like many other illnesses, sometimes you can do everything right and people die.

If you want to prove that God is not dead, first prove that man is alive.

The most important element in human life is faith; if God were to take away all his blessings-health, physical fitness, wealth, intelligence-and leave me with but one gift I would ask him for faith. For with faith in him and his goodness, mercy and love for me, and belief in everlasting life, I believe I could suffer the loss of all my other gifts and still be happy.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.

The sparrow still falls.

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

Heartache forces us to embrace God out of desparate, urgent need. God is never closer than when your heart is aching.