Rachel Caine Quotes

Whenever something good happens to me, it's usually followed by something terrible.

Bad things happen sometimes.

Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others.

I understand reversal of fortune; that usually has come through my own hand, but you know, you live life on life's terms.

Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.

I've just had some bad luck. I've had every injury known to man. I understand how people think, 'How can this be happening all the time to Gerry Cooney?' But it did.

All the bad things that have ever happened to me have always happened in Rome.

The press always compared my family to the Kennedys - so much bad luck.

Every once in awhile, we all get a bad hand dealt to us.

Some people think I have a death wish. I don't have one. I just make mistakes. Bad things happen to good people.

Over the years, I've had torrid luck with things going wrong.

I've had plenty of bad breaks you know.

Most bad luck is the misfortune of not being an exception.

And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?

Fortune never appears so blind as to those to whom she does no good.

Your wallet will be stolen, you'll get fat, slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel and crack your hip.

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

Surprises, like misfortunes, seldom come alone.

Luck was with me. I saw no spiders. Luck was against me. I saw no specters.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

All people have had ill luck, but Jairus's daughter and Lazarus had the worst.

When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.

As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head.

The way our luck has been lately, our fellas have been getting hurt on their days off.

Amy Cahill didn't believe in omens. But black snow was falling, he earth was rumbling beneath her feet, her brother was meowing, and her uncle Alistair was prancing on the beach in pink pajamas. She had to admit, the signs were not promising.