Leslie Stephen Quotes

I say the one thing about luck is you can't really count on it.

It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency.

My life is so random. Certain things I can't even explain. There's a thing about being lucky and... I feel like certain things are just, like, in your cards. I'm just walking the path that's already set.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

My life is a big accident, so where I end up, I think it's all accidents.

Luck is going to play a huge part in your life.

We are continually shaped by the forces of coincidence.

My life is a series of things that just happen.

Much of what we do in life has a huge component of luck.

A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

It's difficult because nothing's preordained by plan and you can't control it. That's one of those joys and thrills and nerve-racking realities of being an actor. A lot has to do with luck, no matter what your talent or contribution can be.

I respond very easily to outside events. One's life is a matter of chance. Nothing that you've arranged for yourself works out.

He [the historian] should recognize in the development of human destinies the play of the contingent and the unforeseen.

A man may plan as much as he wants to, but nothing of consequence is likely to come of it until the magician circumstance steps in and takes the matter off his hands.

The reality is that luck does play a part of it. It does. Ultimately it's a make or miss league.

Some things happen without you putting an effort, while some others things do not happen despite we wanting it to happen.

Luck and misfortune are closely intertwined.

Much in our lives is chance.

Chance ... must be something more than the name we give to our ignorance.

Life was a swarm of accidents waiting in the treetops, descending upon any living thing that passed, ready to eat them alive. You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents- the rest you let float by.

I was not sure I wanted to issue orders to life; I rather liked the Greek notion of allowing Chance to take a formative hand in my affairs.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

That power Which erring men call Chance.

That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

Fate laughs at probabilities.