Quotes About Coincidence

Janet stared up at him, unable to believe her bad luck. She'd only met him once, but she'd recognize him anywhere—those dark blue eyes, that square jaw, the thick salt-and-pepper hair, the dark brows, the rugged cheekbones. Of all the fences along all the highways in the entire state of Colorado, she just had to crash into his.

And you know what Ren says about coincidence." "Usually, coincidences aren't

Destiny is the inner meaning of chance.

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

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

you ever wondered why socks disappear in the dryer?" I nodded, offering, "The spinning of the dryer combined with the intense heat tears open small holes in the fabric of space and time. Occasionally a sock falls through and ends up in the dresser of some dinosaur." Not everyone agreed with my idea. "The way I see it is the socks mutate into wire coat hangers which then somehow appear in my closet," Dion surmised.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Why did he pick me? There were five other laps present, all of them more friendly than mine. It's that sort of coincidental behavior of cats that upsets people. It raises the question: did he know I was the guy who had to be won over? But won over to what?

Let's start with a test: Do you have any opinions that you would be reluctant to express in front of a group of your peers? If the answer is no, you might want to stop and think about that. If everything you believe is something you're supposed to believe, could that possibly be a coincidence? Odds are it isn't. Odds are you just think whatever you're told.

A man ought to be free to find his reason. Not that freedom alone will serve it up: it requires the gods' own fury of luck to get two people to meet.

It is only by chance that we are reminded of the permanent circumstances of our life.

What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that's what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by.

To Plato, God was a mathematician. To Kepler, too, and to Biehl and Fredhoj. I do not believe it was a coincidence that their main subjects were biology and mathematics. A purpose behind them, the purpose that steered both them and the school, had caused them to align their own fates as closely as possible with God.

You can explain coincidence to me in mathematics all you like, but it won't kill the magic or the mystery.