Quotes About Chance

Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements, yet these are, in truth, very often owing not so much to design as chance.

The sad truth is that opportunity doesn't knock twice.

The truth is, I've been lucky. But just like the waltz, life has its own rhythm of rise and fall.

Stay cool, and wait for opportunity.

Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!

Tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new. Built on spirit intent of heart, and ideals based on truth.

The truth is, you win the Lotto. That's really how you have to approach it. You're a lottery winner when you get a sitcom and it goes.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can't see the truth.

The truth emerging from this scattered picture of nuclear proliferation is simple: there is a stronger chance of a nuclear bomb being used now than at almost any point in the Cold War.

You run risks. That's the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny's whims.

Whatever truth you contribute to the world will be one lucky shot in a thousand misses. You cannot be right by holding your breath and taking precautions.

Luck always favors those who are bold.

No human being will ever know the Truth, for even if they happen to say it by chance, they would not even known they had done so.

So I don't even get a chance to learn before I'm being judged.

May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours

Finally I reached into my pocket and flipped a quarter. Heads was Phlox, tails was Arthur. It came up heads. I called Arthur.

A Coyote game of paths and chances.

He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in. There was a random feel to the dark, the quirkiness of chance played out in the blue neon light. So many ways to live. And to die.

Nobody should grow old." "And everybody should get the chance.

It was a long shot but Ballard knew that long shots never paid off if you didn't take them.

believe me or care, then I don't have a chance.

If you gamble long enough, you'll always lose -- the gambler is always ruined.

And to imagine all these things happen purely by chance is like imagining that a tornado can hit a junkyard and assemble the parts into a working 747 airplane. It's very hard to believe.

Even though speculation is correct only by chance, which means it is wrong at least 50% of the time, nobody remembers and therefore nobody cares. People do not remember yesterday, let alone last week, or last month. Media exists in the eternal now, this minute, this crisis, this talking head, this column, this speculation.