Quotes About Luck

Carmen kicked at the dirt. She couldn't equate finding the virus at home with good luck. It was powerful, this thing, ruthless, a perfectly honed survivor for who knew how many millennia. Perhaps it was old as life itself, a malevolent offshoot of the first sampling of creation. Yet Leigh and Daintith thought they could track it to its lair and swat it like some bothersome insect.

I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't.

When luck ain't with you, it's against you.

They confused being good at something with stepping in shit and getting lucky.

My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I'm paying for it.

You're important with your green eyes looking at me like I mean something. It's okay that you have better things to do. It's enough that I get you sometimes. Once in a while. I know I'm lucky for that, to get you just a little

Does six strike you as a good number?" I didn't know what he was getting at. "Six isn't exactly a lucky number," I hedged. "If I were looking for a good number I'd have to go up to seven." I shrugged. "Or down to three.

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

I would have more luck trying to steal the moon. At least I knew where to look for the moon at night.

You're important with your green eyes looking at me like I mean something. It's okay that you have better things to do. It's enough that I get you sometimes. Once in a while. I know I'm lucky for that, to get you just a little." I

Kui te leiate kellegi, kellest kinni hoides te võite maailma eest silmad sulgeda, siis on teil vedanud. Isegi kui see kestab vaid ainsa minuti või päeva.

It's not the first time I should be dead, Bast. I'm a fair hand at avoiding it.

Over the door of Bulfinche's Pub, there was a saying in Gaelic, Maireann dóchas is gliodar. Translated it means hope and happiness never die. There have been times of late that they seemed to be on life support. With luck, they'd make a full recovery and spread all around our world. Corny? Yep, but I've been called worse. And honestly, if things were a little more corny, we might all be a bit better off.

I had no concept of what life at the Chelsea Hotel would be like when we checked in, but I soon realized it was a tremendous stroke of luck to end up there. We could have had a fair-seized railroad flat in the East Village for what we were paying, but to dwell in this eccentric and damned hotel provided a sense of security as well as a stellar education. The goodwill that surrounded us was proof that the Fates were conspiring to help their enthusiastic children.

I'm not one of those people who think that cancer is some kind of jousting match. People live or die based on good medicine, good luck, and the grace of God. The people that die from it did not fail. The people who live will die another day.

It's just another word for the same thing. You want to believe in some hidden purpose. You're trying to persuade yourself there's a reason for what happens in the world. I don't care what you call it--God or luck or harmony-- it all comes down to the same bullshit. It's a way of avoiding the facts, of refusing to look at how things really work.

The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us every day of our lives.

Lei ha una storia, e quando una persona è abbastanza fortunata da vivere in una storia, da vivere in un mondo immaginario, i dolori di questo mondo svaniscono. Perché, fino a quando la storia continua, la realtà non esiste più

I do say so. And I also say this: it's a goddamned lucky thing for both of us the gun wasn't loaded.

When experts insist that their societies are awash in misery, they are unknowingly illustrating one of the big findings in happiness research, which is that people underestimate how happy other people are—we tend to think of ourselves as lucky exceptions.

I array the moonlit ceiling with a mosaic of question-marks; How was it I was so lucky to have ever met you?

To a man who has not succeeded we say 'You made a mistake'. To a man who ha lost at the lottery, 'You had bad luck'.

My formula for success is rise early, work late, and strike oil.

In stories of the good and bad it's only the good who are subject to dreadful luck, mischance and blundering. The bad are always sharp and act with discipline, have cunning plans only just thwarted in the nick of time. The evil are always on the cusp of winning ways.