Quotes About Fortune

George May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. Fred And may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Luck is a part of life, and everyone, at one point or another, gets lucky.

I don't know, I just keep finding good horses to back. I've always been pretty lucky that way.

Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

If Capitalism has a definition it includes, surely, the concept value for money. You do not spend any more than your have to; you go where labour is cheapest, resources most bountiful, rules most lax, governments most permissive. Yet you also pay an idiot a fortune for doing nothing, and it is hard to see why. And if he is a hereditary idiot, very hard to see why.

You've got to be rich to have a swing like that

I've always been in the right place and time. Of course, I steered myself there.

Fortune accepted that he could not become a helpless, blameless baby again and yet he was strangely satisfied at the prospect of being carried upwards into the receptive convexities of the clouds.

Lucky! I can only eat glitter and rainbows. Darn my sensitive stomach!

To have the kind of year you want to have, something has to happen that you can't explain why it happened. Something has to happen that you can't coach.

A buddha is an idle person. He doesn't run around after fortune and fame.

A Buddha is someone who finds freedom in good fortune and bad.

For in all adversity of fortune, it is the most unhappy kind of misfortune to have been happy.

Great crimes are always being committed in this world of ours, but surely the greatest is to murder love. So many years have passed, almost half a century; everything has gone, my fortune, title, youth, happiness... only grief has not passed and remains as fresh as though it were yesterday.

I read somewhere that it's called American roulette. It was invented in America, in the goldfields. You put a single shot in the cylinder, give it a twirl, and then—bang! If you're lucky you break the bank; if not, then it's good-bye

When Fortune frowns upon her worthy wooer, it is still permitted him to think how pleasant it will be erewhile to bask in her smiles.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

The use we make of our fortune determines its sufficiency. A little is enough if used wisely, and too much if expended foolishly.

Fortune, in the distribution of her gifts, resembles a good fellow throwing pennies into the air for children to scramble after. She does not cast to this and to that one according to their respective merits, but leaves chance and their own activity to determine who shall get the most of her bounty.

The choice of life is not between fame and fortune, nor wealth and poverty, but between good and evil.

In the spring of 2011, Amazon was valued at $80 billion. Buoyed by the rise of his stock holdings, the forty-seven-year-old Bezos was the thirtieth richest person in the world, with an $18.1 billion net worth.

Bezos nevertheless made an impression. Minor remembers that Bezos had closely studied several wealthy businessmen and that he particularly admired a man named Frank Meeks, a Virginia entrepreneur who had made a fortune owning Domino's Pizza franchises.

Whatever fortune Franch Ache had amassed, the man never dis spend it on clothes. He favored chintzy velour sweatsuits, like something the guys on Lost in Space might consider casual wear.

They're real strong magic, they make you have good luck. Not like fried chicken when you're not lookin' for it, but things like long life n' good health, n' passin' six weeks tests...these are real valuable to somebody.