"By luck" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... made matters worse, for the steer galloped back into the mob. Mick swore and cut it out again, and drove it several yards out from the other cattle and gave it a parting cut with his stock-whip. Sax and Vaughan galloped after it. It dodged and tried to get back, but, more by luck than good management, the boys kept it out in the open. At last they got it on the run towards the second mob and were feeling very pleased with their ...
— In the Musgrave Ranges • Jim Bushman
... saw, by cold Turned to dog-faces; horror chills me through Whenever of those frozen fords I think. And as we nearer to the centre drew, Towards which all bodies by their weight must sink, There, as I shivered in the eternal chill, Trampling among the heads, it happed, by luck, Or destiny—or, it may be, my will— Hard in the face of one my foot I struck. Weeping he cried, 'What brings thee bruising us? Unless on me fresh vengeance thou wouldst pile For Mont' Aperti, why torment me thus?' And I: 'My Master, wait ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 122, December, 1867 • Various
... you fight it out. You say he is indifferently skilled with the sword, and, in addition, that he has a fever. Thus you should contrive to put your steel through him, and a duel it will have been. But if by luck or skill he should have you in danger, I shall be at hand to flick in my sword at the right moment and make an opening through which you may send ...
— St. Martin's Summer • Rafael Sabatini
... creature! What a place for a woman!" The ship was jerking, you might almost call it gasping, as the seas struck her; it was no easy job to climb along that roof-slope of the deck with nothing to hold on by. I got across somehow, partly by luck, partly by fingernails. I even managed to open the pantry door, which was another difficulty, as it opened inwards, into the cabin. As I opened it, a suck of wind blew out my light. There I was in the dark, with a hurt woman, in a ship which for all ...
— Martin Hyde, The Duke's Messenger • John Masefield
... was a steward on the Makambo, who should have known better and who would have known better and done better had he not been fascinated by his own particular and peculiar reputation. By luck of birth possessed of a genial but soft disposition and a splendid constitution, his reputation was that for twenty years he had never missed his day's work nor his six daily quarts of bottled beer, even, as he bragged, when in the German islands, where each bottle of ...
— Michael, Brother of Jerry • Jack London
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