Quotes
Quotes about Luck
It is bad luck to be superstitious.
Luck is the residue of design.
Misery travels free through the whole world! [Ger., Frei geht das Ungluck durch die ganze Erde!]
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.
Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity.
It struck me that the movies had spent more than half a century saying, "They lived happily ever after" and the following quarter-century warning that they'll be lucky to make it through the weekend. Possibly now we are now entering a third era in which the movies will be sounding a note of cautious optimism: You know it just might work.
It will generally be found that men who are constantly lamenting their ill luck are only reaping the consequences of their own neglect, mismanagement, and improvidence, or want of application.
(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys And golden times and happy news of price. (Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
Be ready when opportunity comes. Luck is the time when preparation and opportunity meet.
You just don't luck into things as much as you'd like to think you do. You build step by step, whether it's friendships or opportunities.
Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed. [Ger., Allein der Vortrag macht des Redners Gluck, Ich fuhl es wohl noch bin ich weit zuruck.]
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late. [Lat., Prisca juvent alios; ego me nunc denique natum Gratulor.]
Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine, For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe.
Whose noble praise Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
He liked those literary cooks Who skim the cream of others' books; And ruin half an author's graces By plucking bon-mots from their places.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
A little government and a little luck are necessary in life; but only a fool trusts either of them.
I despise mankind in all its strata; I foresee that our descendants will be still far unhappier than we are. Would I not be a criminal if, notwithstanding this view, I should provide for progeny, i.e. for unfortunates? [Ger., Ich verachte die Menschheit in allen ihren Schichten; ich sehe es voraus, dass unsere Nachkommen noch weit unglucklicher sein werden, als wir. Sollte ich nicht ein Sunder sein, wenn ich trotz dieser Ansicht fur Nachkommen, d.h. fur Ungluckliche sorgte?
Books have always a secret influence on the understanding; we cannot at pleasure obliterate ideas: he that reads books of science, though without any desire fixed of improvement, will grow more knowing; he that entertains himself with moral or religious treatises, will imperceptibly advance in goodness; the ideas which are often offered to the mind, will at last find a lucky moment when it is disposed to receive them.
As good luck would have it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbersâ¦. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Oh, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet.
Her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat; Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe That all was lost.
