When you start having bad luck, there isn't an end to it.

When luck ain't with you, it's against you.

If you don’t take a chance, someone else will give you his luck. And if you get bad luck, then you need to take another chance to turn things from bad to good.

Too much good luck was always dangerous.

Luck? Good luck? GM, the last time I checked, luck is for losers.

Make a bad beginning and you’ll contend with troubles ever after.

I don't beleaf in bad luck being sot for a man, like a trap, but i hav known lots ov folks, who if thare waz enny fust rate bad luck lieing around loose, would be sure tew git one foot in it enny how.

They’ll say you’re walking down the wrong path, if you’re walking down your path.

But I have noticed that those who continually dread ill luck and fear it will overtake them, have no time to take advantage of any good fortune that comes their way.

I felt like I had made the mistake of asking a fortune-teller to look into my future, and now I was being punished for trying to look too far ahead.

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

Hans Rebka sat on a rounded pyramid never designed for contact with the human posterior, and thought about luck.
There was good luck, which mostly happened to other people. And there was bad luck, which usually happened to you. Sometimes, through observation, guile, and hard work, you could avoid bad luck—even make it look like good luck, to others. But you would know the difference, even if no one else did.
Well, suppose that for a change good luck came your way. How should you greet that stranger to your house? You could argue that its arrival was inevitable, that the laws of probability insisted that good and bad must average out over long enough times and large enough samples. Then you could welcome luck in, and feel pleased that your turn had come round at last.
Or you could hear what Hans Rebka was hearing: the small, still voice breathing in his ear, telling him that this good luck was an impostor, not to be trusted.

Luck comes to a man who puts himself in the way of it.

"As Pat Riley, the basketball coach, said, "Anytime you stop striving to get better, you're bound to get worse.