A Quote by Caprice Crane

Believing there's no such thing as luck is very unlucky. Like, the worst. Beyond stealing someone's lucky four-leaf clover. — © Caprice Crane
Believing there's no such thing as luck is very unlucky. Like, the worst. Beyond stealing someone's lucky four-leaf clover.
I'm feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover
A good friend is like a four-leaf clover; hard to find and lucky to have.
If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?
I think of basset hounds whenever I turn on my computer because I have photos of them. And if I'm lucky, and I see one on the street, I know it's going to be a good day. They really are like a four-leaf clover.
If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?
TV tends to be like, if you're lucky, it's like Las Vegas. You can't get out. There's always another pitch meeting. They keep you on the casino floor. If I'm unlucky, if I'm lucky enough to be unlucky, I would love to write a movie.
It is our custom to say that someone is 'lucky' or 'unlucky' if they meet with fortunate or unfortunate circumstances, respectively. It is, however, too simplistic to think in terms of random 'luck.' Even from a scientific point of view, this is not a sufficient explanation.
If I'm on a beach I'm the one to find the ammonite, or in a field I'll find the four-leaf clover.
I've always been drawn to the four-leaf clover. It's deeply significant to my sister and me, so much so that we both have had it tattooed on the inside of our wrists.
If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover.
Luck is believing you're lucky.
Those who were unlucky in life in spite of their skills would eventually rise. The lucky fool might have benefited from some luck in life; over the longer run he would slowly converge to the state of a less-lucky idiot. Each one would revert to his long-term properties.
What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.
What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.
I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.
As we have seen, nobody is lucky enough not to be born, everybody is unlucky enough to have been born – and particularly bad luck it is.
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