Quotes About Luck

The reference point argument is as follows: do not compute odds from the vantage point of the winning gambler (or the lucky Casanova, or the endlessly bouncing back New York City, or the invincible Carthage), but from all those who started in the cohort. Consider

But no problem; the people you meet when riding high are also those you meet when riding low, and I saw the fellow getting some (more subtle) abuse from the same accountant before he got fired, as he eventually ran out of luck. You are free—but only as free as your last trade. As we saw with Ahiqar's wild ass, freedom is never free.

A person can get slightly ahead for entirely random reasons;

Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Luck is for losers. You have history on your side. You have gravity. You have authority. You are the Granddame of Death.

Wish me luck, dear.' 'I won't do that.' And when Marie looked to Anastasia for an explanation, the girl smiled and said, 'Luck is for losers. You have history on your side. You have gravity, You have authority. You are the Granddame of Death.' And then she added, 'Your Excellency.

Luck, however, is too dumb to remain consistent

Por suerte, el corazón se le había enfriado tanto que ya nada podía dañarlos.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won't stay. You don't know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it's for something else.

girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me and I wish you luck in bed and out but not in mine thank you.

Ann, I love you. I hope my car starts. I hope the sink isn't plugged up. I'm glad I didn't fuck a groupie. I'm glad I'm not very good at getting into bed with strange females. I'm glad I'm an idiot. I'm glad I don't know anything. I'm glad I haven't been murdered. When I look at my hands and they are still on my wrists, I think to myself, I am lucky.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I'm not the happiest man on earth I'm surely the luckiest man alive.

all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but believe is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird wish us luck.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

I've learned to feel good when I feel good. it's better to be driven around in a red porsche than to own one. the luck of the fool is inviolate.

If you persisted long enough, the good luck usually came. Most people couldn't wait on the luck, though, so they quit.

ambition rarely has anything to do with talent. Luck is best, and talent limps along a little bit behind luck.

our progenitors, our educational systems, the land, the media, the way have deluded and misled the masses: they have been defeated by the aridity of the actual dream. they were unaware that achievement or victory or luck or whatever the hell you want to call it must have its defeats.

It was a lucky night.

I'm one of those who doesn't think there is much difference between an atomic scientist and a man who cleans the crappers except for the luck of the draw - parents with enough money to point you toward a more generous death. of course, some come through brilliantly, but there are thousands, millions of others, bottled up, kept from even the most minute chance to realize their potential.

the gods have been kind to me through this life-style that would have killed an ox of a man and I'm no ox of a man.

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives.

still, I'm lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me. I sit in bed and wait for the whole thing to go one way or the other. just like everybody else.