Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
The only thing that overcomes hard luck is hard work.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.
The harder I work the more I live.
Our actions seem to have their lucky and unlucky stars, to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the actions themselves.
I'm one of those unlucky people who had a happy childhood.
People in America, of course, live in all sorts of fashions, because they are foreigners, or unlucky, or depraved, or without ambition; people live like that, but Americans live in white detached houses with green shutters. Rigidly, blindly, the dream takes precedence.
Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.
People are lucky and unlucky not according to what they get absolutely, but according to the ratio between what they get and what they have been led to expect.
But there's no point in looking back and saying I was unlucky.
This type of man who is devoted to the study of wisdom is always most unlucky in everything, and particularly when it comes to procreating children; I imagine this is because Nature wants to ensure that the evils of wisdom shall not spread further throughout mankind.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
My only feeling about superstition is that it's unlucky to be behind at the end of the game.
Only bad golfers are lucky. They're the ones bouncing balls off trees, curbs, turtles and cars. Good golfers have bad luck. When you hit the ball straight, a funny bounce is bound to be unlucky.
Two premature babies was not a genetic thing; we were just unlucky.
I am certainly not regenerating French art, but am struggling hard to accomplish something on an unlucky piece of paper which has done me no harm at all, and on which, believe me, I am doing nothing that is good... I hope things will improve eventually; as it is, I am pretty wretched.
I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .
Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.
Oh, boy. I'm still in touch with about 90 percent of my exes. They would describe me as being unlucky in love.
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