Quotes About Luck

luck was the residue of preparation.

Reece smiled, remembering an old commanding officer who preached that luck was the residue of preparation.

Luck is the residue of preparation,

I see Donny turning to throw the words over his shoulder on his way across the lawn to the porch. Casually, but with an odd sort of sincerity about him, as though this were absolute gospel. "My mom says Meg's the lucky one," he said. "My mom says she got off easy.

There are no superstitions but those you invent

Good music always defeats bad luck.

There is a very easy way to return from a casino with a small fortune: go there with a large one.

Good luck is a residue of preparation.

This is the goddess Fortuna. She brought luck - or took it away. But you'd put up with whatever she did. Because when she decided to favour you, it made everything worthwhile

In your life, if you're lucky enough, you are born during a moment in time when the world is ready for the change you're bringing.

It was like a lucky pebble kept in my pocket that got so shined up from rubbing against the denim that no one could tell it had ever been an ordinary stone.

You don't appreciate the fact that madmen are very lucky.

the three-leafed seamair óg holds the true luck—the luck of knowing Brigid.

This reminds me of the old saying about a guy who owned four farms. He lost three of them drawing to inside straights and lost the fourth one when he made it.

Maidens, be they never so foolish, yet being fair they are commonly fortunate.

Luck in the Shadows, Alec; you don't question it, you just give thanks and pray it doesn't run out!

Chance happens to all ... but to turn chance to account is the gift of few.

The public man needs but one patron, namely the lucky moment.

Yet Hector eludes him, weaving through the chariots and men with the luck of the gods. No one calls it cowardice that he runs. He will not live if he is caught. He is wearing Achilles' own armor, the unmistakable phoenix breastplate taken from beside my corpse. The men stare as the two pass; it looks, almost, as if Achilles is chasing himself.

I know how lucky I am, stupid with luck, crammed with it, stumbling drunk. I wake sometimes in the dark terrified by my life's precariousness, its thready breath.

This is the queasy shadowland, and they don't even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn't much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren't watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow.

He chuckled and pulled himself to his feet. "End of session, McGee. Good night and good luck." At the door he turned and said, "I'll have you checked out, of course. Just for the hell of it. I'm a careful and inquisitive man.

I understand that not everyone is so lucky; a precious few have it easier, but most have it harder. I might once have said that you make that kind of luck for yourself, and in some ways you do, but it's just as often true that people end up where they are through no fault of their own and are then faced with making the best of it.

But a year in jail for an innocent man is pure luck in our system.