Quotes
Quotes about Luck
Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved. [Ger., Ach! aus dem Gluck entwickelt oft sich Schmerz.]
Describing an opposing team: Sure, luck means a lot in football. Not having a good quarterback is bad luck.
Nothing fails like success. â¢Gerald Nachman We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? â¢Jean Cocteau Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world. â¢Lily Tomlin The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. â¢Nancy Astor For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself. â¢Rita Mae Brown Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. â¢Mark Twain The way to learn to do things is to do things. The way to learn a trade is to work at it. Success teaches how to succeed. Begin with the determination to succeed, and the work is half done already. â¢J.N. Fadenburg Make a success of living by seeing the goal and aiming for it unswervingly. â¢Cecil B. Demille I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. â¢Abraham Lincoln The secret of success is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you've got it made. â¢Groucho Marx Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.
Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention luck are kidding themselves.
I've had enough success for two lifetimes, my success is talent put together with hard work and luck.
The luck of having talent is not enough; one must also have a talent for 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.
My mother would say it is literally ghost writers who come to me (Tan is the author of what became The Joy Luck Club).
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever-- And it may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. But whether we meet or whether we part, (For our ways are past our knowing) A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart, On the ways we all are going! Here's luck! For we know not where we are going.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dressed myself in such humility That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths Even in the presence of the crowned king.
When a man has no reason to trust himself, he trusts in luck.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et praeterea nibil.)
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
Thine to work as well as pray, Clearing thorny wrongs away; Plucking up the weeds of sin, Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
