Mankind accepts good fortune as his due, but when bad occurs, he thinks it was aimed at him, done to him, a hex, a curse, a punishment by his deity for some transgression, as though his god were a petty storekeeper, counting up the day’s receipts.
7,500, first-class, everything-and all that for 40 minutes selling them some old stuff.
What if it becomes less about how we look and more about how much we care? What if it becomes less about how much money we earn and more about how much we share our good fortune? Imagine a world where who we are in our hearts is the ultimate status symbol.
You’ll never make a fortune working for the boss man
He asked me for a light to light his cigarette, and by reason of unaware, it is he that really gave light to me, made me realize how much alike we all are, breathing the same air, beating the same red blood, separated through some fortune and shame in the way of humanity.
I am even
The natural fool of fortune.
At the end of the street was a large glass box with a female mannequin inside it, dressed as a gypsy fortune teller.
Fame for the lames, fortune for the brains.
Fortune love you.
No matter how much fame you get, no matter how much money you make, no matter how much admiration you get, nothing feels as monumental as when someone tells you that something you did changed their outlook on life.