Quotes
Quotes about Luck
A great fortune depends on luck, a small one on diligence.
Diligence is the mother of good luck.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart, Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck.
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded- here and there, now and then- are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or (as sometimes happens) is driven out of a society, the people then slip back into abject poverty.This is known as "bad luck.".
The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to obtain the largest amount of feathers with the least possible amount of hissing.
A rod twelve feet long and a ring of wire, A winder and barrel, will help thy desire In killing a Pike; but the forked stick, With a slit and a bladder,--and that other fine trick, Which our artists call snap, with a goose or a duck,-- Will kill two for one, if you have any luck; The gentry of Shropshire do merrily smile, To see a goose and a belt the fish to beguile; When a Pike suns himselfe and a-frogging doth go, The two-inched hook is better, I know, Than the ord'nary snaring: but still I must cry, When the Pike is at home, minde the cookery.
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oak; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hook was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; This hook was bated with a dragon's tail,-- And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to!--
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune. [Ger., Das Gluck erhebe billig der Begluckte.]
A great fortune depends on luck, a small one on diligence.
Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.
I don't think I'll live long enough to shoot my age. I'm lucky to shoot my weight.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair.
It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness. [Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito maeror levaretur.]
The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last. [Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste Kraft Ermattet endlich.]
Every time a football player goes to ply his trade he's got to play from the ground up - from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play. Some guys play with their heads. That's O.K. You've got to be smart to be number one in any business. But more importantly, you've got to play with your heart, with every fiber of your body. If you're lucky enough to find a guy with a lot of head and a lot of heart, he's never going to come off the field second. -Vince Lombardi.
I am the beneficiary of a lucky break in the genetic sweepstakes.
I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd And yet I found it sweet and fair.
The meeting of preparation with opportunity generates the offspring we call luck.
When luck runs out, sense runs in.
The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press exactly the right buttons and are also lucky, justice may show up in the answer. A mechanism is all the law was ever intended to be.
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
