Quotes About Luck

I'd wanted a real kiss, something to remember, but i'd long ago learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised.You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a goodbye at all.

Anyway, it was unrealistic to expect to be constantly in the happiest place. In real life, you're lucky just to be always somewhere nearby.

Lightning didn't strike twice, except when it did.

Then Jack turned to her. Safari? That was the best excuse you could come up with for me not being at a meeting? She winced apologetically. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible liar. What was wrong with simple sickness? A nice, normal bout of food poisoning? He was in a bad mood. I kind of got carried away, she admitted. Boy, are you lucky I watched Tarzan so much as a kid.

How lucky am I to be right here, How lucky am I indeed. A lifetime of love and song and pie, What more could a person need?

I mean you have been disappointed in love, but don't you know how many things there are to be disappointed in besides love? You are lucky to be still disappointed in love. Later it may be even more terrible.

I might have added, as it entered my mind to do, that some people found satisfaction in being. Being. Others in becoming. Being people have all the breaks. Becoming people are very unlucky, always in a tizzy. The Becoming people are always have to make explanations or offer justifications of the Being people. While the Being people provoke these explanations.

But you find people who have their luck and take the credit for it, too—all brains and personality, when all that happened was that they were handed a bucket when it rained.

I might have added, as it entered my mind to do, that some people found satisfaction in being. Being. Others in becoming. Being people have all the breaks. Becoming people are very unlucky, always in a tizzy. The Becoming people are always having to make explanations or offer justifications of the Being people. While the Being people provoke these explanations.

With a little luck, you discover that the people in your life, permanently placed, are able to follow your innermost, deeply concealed motives.

Goals are for losers. Your mind isn't magic. It's a moist computer you can program. The most important metric to track is your personal energy. Every skill you acquire doubles your odds of success. Happiness is health plus freedom. Luck can be managed, sort of. Conquer shyness by being a huge phony (in a good way). Fitness is the lever that moves the world. Simplicity transforms ordinary into amazing.

I pursued a conscious strategy of managing my opportunities in a way that would make it easier for luck to find me.

If you ask a billionaire the secret of his success, he might say it is passion, because that sounds like a sexy answer that is suitably humble. But after a few drinks I think he'd say his success was a combination of desire, luck, hard work, determination, brains, and appetite for risk. So forget about passion when you're planning your path to success.

You probably think the majority of your crabbiness is caused by the idiots and sociopaths in your life plus your inexplicable bad luck on any given day. Based on a lifetime of observation, my best estimate is that 80 percent of your mood is based on how your body feels and only 20 percent is based on your genes and your circumstances, particularly your health.

Success isn't magic; it's generally the product of picking a good system and following it until luck finds you.

My worldview is that all success is luck if you track it back to its source.

Occasionally, ignorance works in one's favor.

You fiddle lucker!' she cried.

MEPHISTO. Honor to you, you reverend peak, With your great forests of stout oak, Whose umbrage Luna's brightest light Strives in vain to penetrate! —But in those bushes there I see A spark glowing modestly. How luckily things work out, yes, It's him, it's him, Homunculus! 8080 And where have you been, minikin?

Agli stupidi non capita mai di pensare che il merito e la buona sorte sono strettamente correlati.

It is impossible for a Die, with such determin'd force and direction, not to fall on such determin'd side, only I don't know the force and direction which makes it fall on such determin'd side, and therefore I call it Chance, which is nothing but the want of art.

Contrary to what our brains are telling us, there's no mystical force that imbues a winner with a streak of luck, nor is there a cosmic sense of justice

people readily accept credit when told they have succeeded, attributing it to their ability and effort. Yet they attribute failure to such external factors as bad luck or the problem's "impossibility." When we win at Scrabble, it's because of our verbal dexterity. When we lose, it's because "I was stuck with a Q but no U.

As a lifetime proposition, happiness is a discipline, no doubt; but for moments at a time, it's a piece of luck. A piece of luck and a clue: a hint, not just of what might be, but of what already exists, in the heart of a man's heart...