Patterns are in math. There a ABC, AAB, ABB, and many more patterns. You can decorate your house using patterns. They can be colorful and can elicit many different ideas.
a pattern is recognizable trend of repetitive phenomenon that can be used to make predictions. A pattern is an outline that is followed such as a template. Patterns are trends that show connections between otherwise desparate sets of data or information.
over and over and over the train clack clack clacks and all I want to be is home. home asleep in my bed instead of on this train again for the fifth time in five weeks. constantly moving. constantly going. one day ill settle down and this pattern of instability will become a pattern of domesticity but for now i travel on. keep moving. keep going.
The pattern is haunting, is effervescent. Hanging in front of my eyes, the blindfold that drags me from reality, the quick sharp pain of sleep fading, the pattern has always been there. Always will be.
Patterns are fun to use while decorating a house. They make the human eye look at certain areas of a room. They can also make a small room look very big or visa versa. Patterns are also used to decorate plain areas within a space.
step by step
each thing follows the next
with a direct kinship
maybe even a similarity that goes beyond
appearance
and falls into the soul
soul mates that breathe
together
in sequence
The data flashed across the screen. She looked from her two way mirror down below, to the samples. To the data. These people were the key. She was watching them ever so closely. But they never knew she was there. More points of data flashed across the screen, creating distinct patterns. Soon, she would understand it. Her demographic was perfect. A sample of everyone. Everything. Soon, she would know.
She would have all she needed.
You set me again in this pattern. You give me a word and I write you a sonnet. Well, that’s fair I guess. I can create many things from one word, but why must it be the same one each time? Can it be ‘tiger’ or ‘lily pad’?
Chin up, look straight ahead. Mind your manners. Do what you are told. You are here only for your body not your mind. You are a woman, a mold made from a pattern built long ago. Don’t be brash. No man will love you that way. Can’t a woman break the mold and be something beautiful? Can’t I invent things and create medicines and fill the world with love? Why must I be poised and precise? I want to show the world what I’m capable of. I want to break from this wall-paper pattern! Break away from the wall that tells me what I am and what I must become. Never mind your stuffy class rooms filled with girls whose only dream is to marry rich. I want to be known for the woman I am, not for the man who has supported me!
I felt his hands trace across my skin. The patterns he made were filled with love and sorrow, and I could only look at him and see that those patterns were made by me. I was the one who filled him with such things. Love and faith were the only things that had kept him with me.
The pattern is so simple. It is easy to make. So why can’t I make this silly little dress. I follow and cut and pinned it together. It just doesn’t look like it does on the package.
There was a pattern to his life–granted, it was the butt-ugliest pattern, but still. He was predictable, and he hated being predictable. Cameron tossed the beer can half-heartedly toward the trash can. It bounced off the rim.
Patterns are everywhere. They weave themselves in and out of reality, of nature, of ourselves. We find them in everything we do, and our curious brains absorb them, thinking into their complexity. What we fail to see is their beauty. So what if their discovery is science? What matters is that it’s beautiful.
Patterns. They are all around. They appear everywhere I look. In my room, my internet history, at school, even in life. People are born, live, and die. This is just excluding all the things that happen in between. Now that is a whole different pattern.
He walks by with that same sweatshirt he always wears. It makes him instantly recognizable. Black and grey stripes with a zigzag pattern on the front. The familiar repeating is comforting to me, and always makes me smile when I happen to see it in the hall.
Patterns make life more interesting to look at. There are patterns all around us even if they aren’t obvious. There can be patterns in art, patterns in language, patterns in love. Everything can have patterns.
In life, you will notice patterns. Wake up, work, eat, party, sleep. Repeat. These patterns can be kept or they can be broken. You are in charge of your patterns. If you don’t like them, change them. You control every aspect of your life.
What is a pattern? Isn’t everything a pattern? Are there actually random series in our lives and we are just too naive to figure out the pattern. What if pi isn’t random?
a pattern is a wonderful thing. it can show you designs you never in a million years would have thought possible would go together. but then you suddenly realize that they do. same with life. some peoples life style patterns go together and some dont. It is all a matter of what the people are like.
A repeated decorative design. Decorate with a recurring design.a decorative design, as for wallpaper, china, or textile fabrics, composed of elements in a regular arrangement. a natural or chance marking, configuration, or design. a distinctive style, model, or form: a new pattern of army helmet. a combination of qualities, acts, tendencies, etc., forming a consistent or characteristic arrangement: the behavior patterns of teenagers. an original or model considered for or deserving of imitation. anything designed to serve as a model or guide for something to be made. an example, instance, sample, or specimen. the path of flight established for an aircraft approaching an airport at which it is to land. the distribution of strikes around a target at which artillery rounds have been fired or on which bombs have been dropped. to make or fashion after or according to a pattern. to cover or mark with a pattern. to make or fall into a pattern.
diamond patterns expanding and multiplying inside each other, shooting out diagonally and transforming themselves into one giant triangular pattern plastered across a giant sphere rolling down a pyramid
She saw patterns in their behavior. She observed from a distance. They did not know it, but the way they behaved and communicated with each other could be viewed as very systematic. She saw patterns in their behavior, she saw patterns in everything in the world.
the patterns formed around the outsides of my vision before the quickly zoomed inwards. i could see the bare colours and hear the base sounds of life and everything there is to it. but i wasnt afraid, it was the most beautiful moment that my mind would ever perceive and i never wanted it to leave me.
pattern. its a thing we do when we dont want to change. its our safety, our comfort. it is our go-to. could it be more honest, more raw, more self-rivieling? it shows us our weaknesses, for it is the ghost that haunts us. its who we are when we let ourselves fall victim.
John winced on behalf of Sherlock as they approached the crime scene; the smell of rot was ripe throughout the lobby, the voices of several panicked guests echoed around the giant aquarium centerpiece where the body had been dumped, and the walls and carpet were covered in clashing textures which would make even a mute sick. John reached out to steady Sherlock’s mind, though the well-controlled Sentinal hardly needed it. He was already focusing in on the relevant details and assessing the situation. John was swept up in his excitement for something new and interestinh, but what exactly it was, John would have to wait and see.
The guests were beginning to stare at the two-man detective team instead of at the body now, their stress running higher at the sight of the sentinel amongst them. John threw his shields up around himself and Sherlock, willing the mutes to look away.
Surely enough, their gaze began to slide from one gaudy pattern to the other, eventually forgetting what they had been looking at in the first place. The detective and his precious Guide slid into obscurity, leaving them free to gather data without fear of interference.
I read once that love is when you look at someone and want them and don’t look away. I always look away. Fear. Fragile, handle with care. So much love in a look I’m afraid it will flare and fall away, explode and blow up in my face like a blinding nuclear flash. It’s a pattern: look, turn away, want, regret. A black and white pattern, like a labyrinth, light and shadows. And in its many loopings and lines, loss.
Pattern is something that creates a life that you follow. Pattern does not care for your feelings or what you think it just exists. sometimes it exists in reality sometimes in someones mind, sometime you create it to make your own life be more understandable or some situation be more comprehensible. pattern is an element of design but so is life.
The life of patterns are immensely repetitive in the most random of ways.
I never thought I’d live a day like the other, and while I almost do at times, I never actually do if I just look at the details.
I like eating cereal for breakfast.
The pattern of the which-way sign is a fantastic sight to see indeed, being a spiral created from thousands and thousands of squares that are placed strategically to look similar to a DNA strand.
attern. das heißt muster. es ist wieder ein wort mit hartem b. deshalb kann ich es nicht schreiben. aber muster gibt es viele. es gibt si sowohl abstrakt als auch tatsächlich, wobei ich denke dass die idee irgendwie immer ein bisschen abstrakt ist. es ist jedenfalls was das sich wiederholt, wie die sache mit dem harten b. ha! wir entdecken da ein muster.
You can use pattern blocks
there are a,b,c, patterns etc.
you use patterns in sewing
you can use pattern rhymes
Patterns are in math. There a ABC, AAB, ABB, and many more patterns. You can decorate your house using patterns. They can be colorful and can elicit many different ideas.
a pattern is recognizable trend of repetitive phenomenon that can be used to make predictions. A pattern is an outline that is followed such as a template. Patterns are trends that show connections between otherwise desparate sets of data or information.
over and over and over the train clack clack clacks and all I want to be is home. home asleep in my bed instead of on this train again for the fifth time in five weeks. constantly moving. constantly going. one day ill settle down and this pattern of instability will become a pattern of domesticity but for now i travel on. keep moving. keep going.
Patterns
The pattern is haunting, is effervescent. Hanging in front of my eyes, the blindfold that drags me from reality, the quick sharp pain of sleep fading, the pattern has always been there. Always will be.
Patterns are fun to use while decorating a house. They make the human eye look at certain areas of a room. They can also make a small room look very big or visa versa. Patterns are also used to decorate plain areas within a space.
i use a pattern when sewing. There are many patterns in math. There are ways to teach children about patterns that can be fun.
I love Photoshop patterns.
Print patterns.
Pretty patterns.
Patterns remind me of childhood backyard memories.
Dreams.
something that occurs over and over again
step by step
each thing follows the next
with a direct kinship
maybe even a similarity that goes beyond
appearance
and falls into the soul
soul mates that breathe
together
in sequence
There’s been a pattern of betrayal here and I wish I’d stayed inside these past 17 years.
The data flashed across the screen. She looked from her two way mirror down below, to the samples. To the data. These people were the key. She was watching them ever so closely. But they never knew she was there. More points of data flashed across the screen, creating distinct patterns. Soon, she would understand it. Her demographic was perfect. A sample of everyone. Everything. Soon, she would know.
She would have all she needed.
You set me again in this pattern. You give me a word and I write you a sonnet. Well, that’s fair I guess. I can create many things from one word, but why must it be the same one each time? Can it be ‘tiger’ or ‘lily pad’?
Chin up, look straight ahead. Mind your manners. Do what you are told. You are here only for your body not your mind. You are a woman, a mold made from a pattern built long ago. Don’t be brash. No man will love you that way. Can’t a woman break the mold and be something beautiful? Can’t I invent things and create medicines and fill the world with love? Why must I be poised and precise? I want to show the world what I’m capable of. I want to break from this wall-paper pattern! Break away from the wall that tells me what I am and what I must become. Never mind your stuffy class rooms filled with girls whose only dream is to marry rich. I want to be known for the woman I am, not for the man who has supported me!
I felt his hands trace across my skin. The patterns he made were filled with love and sorrow, and I could only look at him and see that those patterns were made by me. I was the one who filled him with such things. Love and faith were the only things that had kept him with me.
The pattern is so simple. It is easy to make. So why can’t I make this silly little dress. I follow and cut and pinned it together. It just doesn’t look like it does on the package.
A pattern is a recurring theme using numbers, letters, colours shapes etc. Patterns are found in mathematics, art and design, and human behavior.
There was a pattern to his life–granted, it was the butt-ugliest pattern, but still. He was predictable, and he hated being predictable. Cameron tossed the beer can half-heartedly toward the trash can. It bounced off the rim.
Naturally.
Patterns are everywhere. They weave themselves in and out of reality, of nature, of ourselves. We find them in everything we do, and our curious brains absorb them, thinking into their complexity. What we fail to see is their beauty. So what if their discovery is science? What matters is that it’s beautiful.
Patterns. They are all around. They appear everywhere I look. In my room, my internet history, at school, even in life. People are born, live, and die. This is just excluding all the things that happen in between. Now that is a whole different pattern.
He walks by with that same sweatshirt he always wears. It makes him instantly recognizable. Black and grey stripes with a zigzag pattern on the front. The familiar repeating is comforting to me, and always makes me smile when I happen to see it in the hall.
An instruction on how to do something step by step.
Patterns make life more interesting to look at. There are patterns all around us even if they aren’t obvious. There can be patterns in art, patterns in language, patterns in love. Everything can have patterns.
In life, you will notice patterns. Wake up, work, eat, party, sleep. Repeat. These patterns can be kept or they can be broken. You are in charge of your patterns. If you don’t like them, change them. You control every aspect of your life.
What is a pattern? Isn’t everything a pattern? Are there actually random series in our lives and we are just too naive to figure out the pattern. What if pi isn’t random?
a pattern is a wonderful thing. it can show you designs you never in a million years would have thought possible would go together. but then you suddenly realize that they do. same with life. some peoples life style patterns go together and some dont. It is all a matter of what the people are like.
A repeated decorative design. Decorate with a recurring design.a decorative design, as for wallpaper, china, or textile fabrics, composed of elements in a regular arrangement. a natural or chance marking, configuration, or design. a distinctive style, model, or form: a new pattern of army helmet. a combination of qualities, acts, tendencies, etc., forming a consistent or characteristic arrangement: the behavior patterns of teenagers. an original or model considered for or deserving of imitation. anything designed to serve as a model or guide for something to be made. an example, instance, sample, or specimen. the path of flight established for an aircraft approaching an airport at which it is to land. the distribution of strikes around a target at which artillery rounds have been fired or on which bombs have been dropped. to make or fashion after or according to a pattern. to cover or mark with a pattern. to make or fall into a pattern.
diamond patterns expanding and multiplying inside each other, shooting out diagonally and transforming themselves into one giant triangular pattern plastered across a giant sphere rolling down a pyramid
She saw patterns in their behavior. She observed from a distance. They did not know it, but the way they behaved and communicated with each other could be viewed as very systematic. She saw patterns in their behavior, she saw patterns in everything in the world.
the patterns formed around the outsides of my vision before the quickly zoomed inwards. i could see the bare colours and hear the base sounds of life and everything there is to it. but i wasnt afraid, it was the most beautiful moment that my mind would ever perceive and i never wanted it to leave me.
pattern. its a thing we do when we dont want to change. its our safety, our comfort. it is our go-to. could it be more honest, more raw, more self-rivieling? it shows us our weaknesses, for it is the ghost that haunts us. its who we are when we let ourselves fall victim.
John winced on behalf of Sherlock as they approached the crime scene; the smell of rot was ripe throughout the lobby, the voices of several panicked guests echoed around the giant aquarium centerpiece where the body had been dumped, and the walls and carpet were covered in clashing textures which would make even a mute sick. John reached out to steady Sherlock’s mind, though the well-controlled Sentinal hardly needed it. He was already focusing in on the relevant details and assessing the situation. John was swept up in his excitement for something new and interestinh, but what exactly it was, John would have to wait and see.
The guests were beginning to stare at the two-man detective team instead of at the body now, their stress running higher at the sight of the sentinel amongst them. John threw his shields up around himself and Sherlock, willing the mutes to look away.
Surely enough, their gaze began to slide from one gaudy pattern to the other, eventually forgetting what they had been looking at in the first place. The detective and his precious Guide slid into obscurity, leaving them free to gather data without fear of interference.
You do know you can still write after time is up right?
I read once that love is when you look at someone and want them and don’t look away. I always look away. Fear. Fragile, handle with care. So much love in a look I’m afraid it will flare and fall away, explode and blow up in my face like a blinding nuclear flash. It’s a pattern: look, turn away, want, regret. A black and white pattern, like a labyrinth, light and shadows. And in its many loopings and lines, loss.
Pattern is something that creates a life that you follow. Pattern does not care for your feelings or what you think it just exists. sometimes it exists in reality sometimes in someones mind, sometime you create it to make your own life be more understandable or some situation be more comprehensible. pattern is an element of design but so is life.
blanket with a pretty pattern. blue pink orange green. hand made. knitted.
The life of patterns are immensely repetitive in the most random of ways.
I never thought I’d live a day like the other, and while I almost do at times, I never actually do if I just look at the details.
I like eating cereal for breakfast.
The pattern of the which-way sign is a fantastic sight to see indeed, being a spiral created from thousands and thousands of squares that are placed strategically to look similar to a DNA strand.
attern. das heißt muster. es ist wieder ein wort mit hartem b. deshalb kann ich es nicht schreiben. aber muster gibt es viele. es gibt si sowohl abstrakt als auch tatsächlich, wobei ich denke dass die idee irgendwie immer ein bisschen abstrakt ist. es ist jedenfalls was das sich wiederholt, wie die sache mit dem harten b. ha! wir entdecken da ein muster.