Quotes About Chance

Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while.

I do not hope that this will be the one, for hoping is a foolish game.

He is the Norse god of evil," I said. Paddy shrugged. "Technically, mischief. And people can change if we give them a chance.

I believe in things that go bump in the night, but I don't believe in coincidence.

Fate has a hand but is not the hand.

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

Much later, when he was able to think about the things that happened to him, he would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

I tend to think that everything counts. In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

Our lives are no more than the sum of manifold contingencies, and no matter how diverse they might be in their details, they all share an essential randomness in their design: this then that, and because of that, this.

Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that moment, the two Stillmans started on their way again. The first turned right, the second turned left. Quin craved an amoeba's body, wanting to cut himself in half and run off in two directions at once. (Chapter 7)

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are , in some ways we are not...

Sonunda her hayat, nedeni belirsiz olgular?n toplam?ndan, rastlant?sal kesi?melerin, rastlant?lar?n, kendi amaçs?zl?klar?ndan ba?ka bir ?ey aç??a vurmayan geli?igüzel olaylar?n kayd?ndan ba?ka bir ?ey de?ildir.

En última instancia, una vida no es más que la suma de hechos contingentes, una crónica de intersecciones casuales, de azares, de sucesos fortuitos que no revelan nada más que su propia falta de propósito.

The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us every day of our lives.

nothing was real except chance.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. Much later, when he was able to think about the things that happened to him, he would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

Our lives are no more than the sum of manifold contingencies,

I do say so. And I also say this: it's a goddamned lucky thing for both of us the gun wasn't loaded.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones," writes Richard Dawkins. After all, we're the ones who got to exist in the first place.

To blithely say "it could have happened" that a life-permitting, life-producing, and life-sustaining universe is the product of chance is naive. It fails to take seriously all that is required to get from "zero" to a single-celled organism to Homo sapiens.

I could never take a chance of losing love to find romance.