#lucky

I wanted to be a teacher, but I was a lousy student, one of the slowest readers. It was a tremendous struggle. But I'm lucky I had some teachers who saw something in me. ↗

— Ann Bancroft

#had #i #lousy #lucky #me

I feel like I'm really lucky. ↗

— Kate Beckinsale

#i #i feel #i feel like #like #lucky

I collect lucky pennies that I find on the ground. I keep them in a Ziploc bag. ↗

— Jessica Simpson

#collect #find #ground #i #keep

I've made three musical movies which is pretty good considering that not many are made but I was lucky in other ways. I came along when independent movies were starting to boom. ↗

— Christopher Walken

#boom #came #considering #good #i

I keep a lucky red rag in my pocket when I bat, which has been a good luck charm for a few years. ↗

— Steve Waugh

#been #charm #few #good #good luck

All us Youngs could throw. I used to kill squirrels with a stone when I was a kid, and my granddad once killed a turkey buzzard on the fly with a rock. ↗

— Cy Young

#get #good #got #hit #lucky

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#love #lucky #nick-hornby #people #love

And at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind ‒ graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#life #living #lucky #mirth #pain

Among those people lucky enough, if you will, to have actually been brought to trial as a political prisoner, several historians have said there has not been one acquittal since the Bolshevik Revolution. ↗

— Barbara Amiel

#actually #among #been #bolshevik #brought

I'm lucky. ↗

— Andrea Arnold

#lucky