Love is like an earthquake-unpredictable, a little scary, but when the hard part is over you realize how lucky you read more

Love is like an earthquake-unpredictable, a little scary, but when the hard part is over you realize how lucky you truly are.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, read more

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth
And send to darkness all that stop me.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

As ill-luck would have it.

As ill-luck would have it.

There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his read more

There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.

So unlucky that he runs into accidents which started out to happen to somebody else.

So unlucky that he runs into accidents which started out to happen to somebody else.

Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a read more

Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long.

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.