Quotes About Luck

There's no reason. Mazel, Maurice. Only mazel." (p. 343)

You don't get no trophies for livin the life you born into. It just be your job, and you lucky if you can do the work set out in front of you and not fret if it seem puny. Chaney, Little Altars Everywhere

I heard the ball rattling among the trees. All I could hope was that I was lucky and had a decent lie so that I could chip out. Of course I played a provisional…" He had started walking forward as he talked and Joe was once more trotting slightly behind. "A Provisional?" he asked, wondering how the IRA had got into things.

When I was leaving the auditorium at the end of one of my lectures, someone shouted out, You've been lucky! That's right, I thought, I've had more luck than any man deserves.

Winning the lottery isn't luck, it's an accident. Spending the proceeds wisely is luck.

Su cuique mrs fingunt fortnam. (Cornelius Nepos

There's no disaster that can't become a blessing, and no blessing that can't become a disaster.

How is it we're the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

In poker the highest hand is a royal straight-flush in spades.

Sometimes the gods give you a break.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.

Chance is just a word expressing ignorance

There are athletes who believe God helps them win—against opponents who would seem, on the face of it, no less worthy of his favouritism. There are motorists who believe God saves them a parking space—thereby presumably depriving somebody else.

We can deal with the unique origin of life by postulating a very large number of planetary opportunities. Once that initial stroke of luck has been granted – and the anthropic principle most decisively grants it to us – natural selection takes over: and natural selection is emphatically not a matter of luck.

Have lucky stars swum into Uranus?

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.

He did not believe he was unique or that he had some sort of destiny. In his own heart he felt all such ideas were a complete nonsense, and that death could find him at any moment, as it was now finding so many others. Life wasn't about ideas. Life was a bit about luck. Mostly though, it was a stacked deck. Life was only about getting the next footstep right.

But sometimes [love] was just there: ... he was ... shocked to know he had been lucky to live and know it, to love and be loved.

Life was a bit about luck. Mostly though, it was a stacked deck. Life was only about getting the next footstep right.

In closing I want to remind you yet again of Pasteur's remark, "Luck favors the prepared mind." Yes, it is a matter of luck just what you do; it is much less luck you will do something if you prepare yourself to succeed. "Creativity" is just another name for the great successes which make a difference in history.

possibility is far more frightening that impossibility ... If we do, in fact, have to deal with a force beyond ourselves that involves itself in our lives, then we may have to move into action on those previously impossible dreams ... we discount answered prayers ... call it coincidence ... call it luck ... call it anything but what it is -- the hand of God ... activated ... when we commit to our own soul

he couldn't believe how falling love with Martha made things simpler. No, that wasn't the right word, unless 'simpler' also included the sense of richer, denser, more complicated, with focus and echo. Half his brain pulsed with gawping incredulity at his luck; the other half was filled with a sense of long-sought, flaming reality. That was the word: falling in love with Martha made things real.

Exhausted, emptied-out. I had no desire to tell Margaret about what had happened. I thought more often of Susie, and of the luck any parent has when a child is born with four limbs, a normal brain, and the emotional makeup that allows the child, the girl, the woman to lead any sort of life. May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the newborn baby.

I thought more often of Susie, and of the luck any parent has when a child is born with four limbs, a normal brain, and the emotional make-up that allows the child, the girl, the woman to lead any sort of life. May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the new-born baby.