There is no better friend then a brother.
and there Is no better brother than you.
When ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers.
May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours
Luck comes and goes; you have to seize it. Bad luck comes and goes; it must be overcome. But I will never, never sit at the side of the road showing my wounds and shouting, 'It's destiny