there are some things in this world i would never want to predict. Yet, I sit in bed all night, hoping to figure out things that are yet to happen. And this causes me great anxiety. My heart pounds and my hands sweat. However, if i could predict all the things i spend so much time thinking about, would i be living my life?
A prediction is a simple guess, often times a complete stab in the dark. Look at the weather, for instance, they predict it all the time but always end up being wrong. What’s the prediction this week? Rain. Rain rain rain. All week long. Well, I guess that’s where we just assume that, like always, they will be wrong. Only, I’m guess this it the one time that their stab in the dark will end up hitting right on the dot. How unfortunate.
edict of the future tense, turned upon the permanence that defies the transition that returns the disturbed volition of the ornamented psyche’s solidarity from the presence of the further void gone beyond the other side, the predictions of the Occident and Orient confide as to the reestablished haven either side
“Die Predikt war wieder sehr gut. Der Herr Pfarrer kann das einfach, so zu den einfachen Leuten sprechen.” Und ich ärgerte mich maßlos. Über das “sehr gut” und über den Herrn vor dem Pfarrer. Und darüber, dass er Menschen wie unsere Nachbarn als “einfache Leute” betitelte.
She was unpredictable. He, the one who was known for knowing every move in advance and every persons personality was stumped by her. She surprised him. Haruhi Fujioka was an enigma. She was puzzling to him and it made him curious. Curious enough to realize her endearing personality, her warm brown eyes, and her ability to see through his facade was slowly breaking away the wall he had built so high.
It’s somewhat hard to predict what the word shall be. And therefore it poses a challenge. We must adapt, and let the creativity flow through us as we write to fill this little bubble with us, essentially.
Her horoscope predicted an upcoming crossroad in her life, and when she opened the door to their apartment and fond Tom cuddled on the couch with the neighbor from down the hall, her faith in astrology was reaffirmed. Her faith in monogamy, however, wasn’t doing so hot.
i could of never predicted what happened next. and there it was, my heart, sitting at the bottom of my chest. i thought things were ok, i really did. couldn’t think of what i did wrong. but it was over. it’s still not over for me. i love you.
you’re so predictable. i wonder when you will break out of your shell and want to be a little different. break the status quo. stop thinking about the person you wish you were and go become that.
it’s not going to be easy. it’s going to take a lot of work.
but if you stick with it, it’ll happen… i can predict it.
It is late at night…. I have tossed my lucky coin for the hundredth time. Fifty:Fifty, Heads or tails? Who would have thought- I haven’t called it right once. I guess, you can know all the facts but you still can’t predict the future.
She predicted the days, weeks, months left. She predicted the pain would only increase, tumbling downhill like an unstoppable rollercoaster. They predicted that she wouldn’t last. Against all predictions, she’s fighting, fighting, with everything she’s got left.
i don’t know what to think about the future.
what to say.
where my road crosses with what is fate, and what is truth, and what is under my own command–i can’t predict the silk in my hair any more than i can control yours.
please love me, before i lose my hold on reality.
i need you, when i see you.
I can’t even begin to predict the events that are about to unfold before me. I make no time for planning because life is too very much alive; constantly moving, changing its mind. the best I can do is hope I am equipped for any possibility, that the mistakes I have made have evolved into tools for the future. Life is alive and I live with him.
“Dance with me” He said. It was an order, not a question. So she took his hand, palm moist with the cold sweat of nerves and attraction, and she moved closer. As an onlooker, I could see those same two hands holding each other 20 years into the future, as they scooted along with matching zimmer frames.
The time we thought we had to predict what time the clock was whispering to us in the shadows of light… to the days we had to predict what was going to be on that empty glass plate filled with chicken or tacos stuffed with an imagination of our own. All of these comes to a time that prediction has a mind of its own.
it’s all about the future. trying to tell what will happen based upon your knowledge of the present and past patterns, analyzing trends. Does it cause excess worry or concern? That can only be borne out by what actually happens.
who can predict the occurrence of heavens most diaboloical invention, love? not i, of course. for love is a fickle as the winds and the sea, with patterns, yes, but predictable ones, no. i wish i could be the one to learn its ways.
i wil predict that in 10 years from now we weill all be living underwater and have a fins to swim around the ocean with. fish are killer things, maybe the prediction is wrong and the world will end by fish eating us or our gills will not have evolved properly and we wil all die
i look into my crystal ball and shake it like a snow globe, hoping it will show me something different. i want it to tell me what will happen before it happens so i can prepare for it, but i want it also to tell me what i want to happen. no surprises, no disappointments. this is why the glass is fogged up. i breathe too hard on it.
He touched his hand to his forehead. Pictures. Flashes of colour and snatches of sound. An internal cinema screen, projected onto his brain, guiding him into the future. He turned to his eagerly awaiting customer and opened his eyes slowly. “You are going to have chicken for dinner.”
to foresee the future, life boring, some people and bad movies
to be able to dictate what is going to happen, something we should never aim for in our daily lives, the complete opposite to who you want to be or one’s life to follow
I don’t know what I do. I will go to a fabulous world and meet a new friend. I might go to a far away place like north pole, south pole, Africa or madagascar. MY days are never predictable. The End.
I predict that someday very soon I’ll die. I predict that it’ll be at my own hands. Whether it’ll be somewhat accidental is irrelevant, thats all up to what the police say about the circumstances.
i cannot predict my own future. but I can influence each and every occurrence. I am responsible for whatever path my life may take, as I am the decision-maker. I do not believe in fate, a higher power, or destiny. You are responsible for you.
i can’t predict the future. i don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, in a month, in a year. i don’t know if i want to be with you for that long. i don’t know if i’ll even remember thinking this in the future. will i remember the confusion? will i remember how you made me feel? or is this just a phase, just a moment of conflict in the years we will stay together?
They never thought they’d end up together in the end. They started dating when they were kids. No one would have predicted they would get married. They spent a year and a half apart, and realized they were meant to be together. When they got back together the first time, it was like nothing had happened. They were the same kids, more in love than ever, and nothing could break them apart.
they’d had no way to predict this strange turn of events. they dealt with the past, not the future. once maybe they could have done both but no longer. their powers had faded from how great they had once been, though they went to great effort to conceal that. only he was still as strong. he, and maybe her. maybe she would still be that strong.
Predictions are made all to often. People always try to fill a “void” that can never be filled. No God, no afterlife, no prediction of the future will ver fill that void. That void is a natural assurance of our human mind that evolved from something much simpler billions of years ago.
My days are not predictable. My days vary. I don’t wake up every day with the same dreary attitude knowing that today would be the same as yesterday and the day before, and probably the same as tomorrow. I look at today like a new adventure. Maybe something exciting would happen! Maybe I’ll meet a new friend or go somewhere new. My days aren’t predictable, they’re the opposite of predictable!
If I could predict anything, with any certainty of fulfillment, I would say that all our children’s eyes will be blue, and their hair glinting tiny hints of gold in a certain light.
Predict is a very important word that uses our mind subconscious to predict an outcome. Sometimes this is called intuition in which we take the necessary information and then predict an outcome. Prediction also is influenced by our past experiences and emotions. Being able to predict something correctly is a gift of intuition by God and we should use it sparingly in His honor rather than ours.
i cannot predict what my later life will be like, nor how my future will play out. whatever happens, happens, and i can handle it, i’m ready. however, i can still hope, and dream, and wish, these things remain to be decided.
Once i thought i predicted the future, in reality I really just guessed. My freinds were amazed when i said “it just came to me, it was really weird”, when in reality i truly just guessed. prediction of the future is something i just dont believe in…sadly.
no one can predict my future but me. only i can determine what my life will be like, through the choices i make and the standards i hold myself to. maybe one day my daydreams will become my reality, but only i have the power to make that happen.
i predict an animal will go into the bushes today. i also predict someone will go somewhere different for the first time today. i also predict that salad should become more recognized in the united states instead of burgers and chips.
i can predict that the predicate will begin at the end of this sentence. Its a bitter sweet ending but it must be done just like when life moves on. death and despair is likely to come once our lives have come and gone. i predict i will know the ending of this sentence.
Many want to predict the future and see what is in store for them. Although, you also have to face the fact that the future is not one for predicting. You may try as hard as you like, but predicting anything is nearly impossible to do.
there are some things in this world i would never want to predict. Yet, I sit in bed all night, hoping to figure out things that are yet to happen. And this causes me great anxiety. My heart pounds and my hands sweat. However, if i could predict all the things i spend so much time thinking about, would i be living my life?
A prediction is a simple guess, often times a complete stab in the dark. Look at the weather, for instance, they predict it all the time but always end up being wrong. What’s the prediction this week? Rain. Rain rain rain. All week long. Well, I guess that’s where we just assume that, like always, they will be wrong. Only, I’m guess this it the one time that their stab in the dark will end up hitting right on the dot. How unfortunate.
edict of the future tense, turned upon the permanence that defies the transition that returns the disturbed volition of the ornamented psyche’s solidarity from the presence of the further void gone beyond the other side, the predictions of the Occident and Orient confide as to the reestablished haven either side
weather men try to predict the weather but i must tell you they are not always accurate
have you noticed that in your own area
weather, earthquakes, and other disasters are unpredictable
the Bible’s prophecies are always guaranteed to be accomplished
“Die Predikt war wieder sehr gut. Der Herr Pfarrer kann das einfach, so zu den einfachen Leuten sprechen.” Und ich ärgerte mich maßlos. Über das “sehr gut” und über den Herrn vor dem Pfarrer. Und darüber, dass er Menschen wie unsere Nachbarn als “einfache Leute” betitelte.
She was unpredictable. He, the one who was known for knowing every move in advance and every persons personality was stumped by her. She surprised him. Haruhi Fujioka was an enigma. She was puzzling to him and it made him curious. Curious enough to realize her endearing personality, her warm brown eyes, and her ability to see through his facade was slowly breaking away the wall he had built so high.
It’s somewhat hard to predict what the word shall be. And therefore it poses a challenge. We must adapt, and let the creativity flow through us as we write to fill this little bubble with us, essentially.
Her horoscope predicted an upcoming crossroad in her life, and when she opened the door to their apartment and fond Tom cuddled on the couch with the neighbor from down the hall, her faith in astrology was reaffirmed. Her faith in monogamy, however, wasn’t doing so hot.
i could of never predicted what happened next. and there it was, my heart, sitting at the bottom of my chest. i thought things were ok, i really did. couldn’t think of what i did wrong. but it was over. it’s still not over for me. i love you.
you’re so predictable. i wonder when you will break out of your shell and want to be a little different. break the status quo. stop thinking about the person you wish you were and go become that.
it’s not going to be easy. it’s going to take a lot of work.
but if you stick with it, it’ll happen… i can predict it.
It is late at night…. I have tossed my lucky coin for the hundredth time. Fifty:Fifty, Heads or tails? Who would have thought- I haven’t called it right once. I guess, you can know all the facts but you still can’t predict the future.
I predict today will be substantially adequate… nothing more, nothing less.
She predicted the days, weeks, months left. She predicted the pain would only increase, tumbling downhill like an unstoppable rollercoaster. They predicted that she wouldn’t last. Against all predictions, she’s fighting, fighting, with everything she’s got left.
i don’t know what to think about the future.
what to say.
where my road crosses with what is fate, and what is truth, and what is under my own command–i can’t predict the silk in my hair any more than i can control yours.
please love me, before i lose my hold on reality.
i need you, when i see you.
I can’t even begin to predict the events that are about to unfold before me. I make no time for planning because life is too very much alive; constantly moving, changing its mind. the best I can do is hope I am equipped for any possibility, that the mistakes I have made have evolved into tools for the future. Life is alive and I live with him.
“Dance with me” He said. It was an order, not a question. So she took his hand, palm moist with the cold sweat of nerves and attraction, and she moved closer. As an onlooker, I could see those same two hands holding each other 20 years into the future, as they scooted along with matching zimmer frames.
Don’t. Even. Try. Live in the moment; take what comes at you…. prepare, but do not predict. It is inevitable and it will only make you worry.
The time we thought we had to predict what time the clock was whispering to us in the shadows of light… to the days we had to predict what was going to be on that empty glass plate filled with chicken or tacos stuffed with an imagination of our own. All of these comes to a time that prediction has a mind of its own.
it’s all about the future. trying to tell what will happen based upon your knowledge of the present and past patterns, analyzing trends. Does it cause excess worry or concern? That can only be borne out by what actually happens.
who can predict the occurrence of heavens most diaboloical invention, love? not i, of course. for love is a fickle as the winds and the sea, with patterns, yes, but predictable ones, no. i wish i could be the one to learn its ways.
i wil predict that in 10 years from now we weill all be living underwater and have a fins to swim around the ocean with. fish are killer things, maybe the prediction is wrong and the world will end by fish eating us or our gills will not have evolved properly and we wil all die
i look into my crystal ball and shake it like a snow globe, hoping it will show me something different. i want it to tell me what will happen before it happens so i can prepare for it, but i want it also to tell me what i want to happen. no surprises, no disappointments. this is why the glass is fogged up. i breathe too hard on it.
He touched his hand to his forehead. Pictures. Flashes of colour and snatches of sound. An internal cinema screen, projected onto his brain, guiding him into the future. He turned to his eagerly awaiting customer and opened his eyes slowly. “You are going to have chicken for dinner.”
to foresee the future, life boring, some people and bad movies
to be able to dictate what is going to happen, something we should never aim for in our daily lives, the complete opposite to who you want to be or one’s life to follow
I don’t know what I do. I will go to a fabulous world and meet a new friend. I might go to a far away place like north pole, south pole, Africa or madagascar. MY days are never predictable. The End.
I predict that someday very soon I’ll die. I predict that it’ll be at my own hands. Whether it’ll be somewhat accidental is irrelevant, thats all up to what the police say about the circumstances.
i cannot predict my own future. but I can influence each and every occurrence. I am responsible for whatever path my life may take, as I am the decision-maker. I do not believe in fate, a higher power, or destiny. You are responsible for you.
i can’t predict the future. i don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, in a month, in a year. i don’t know if i want to be with you for that long. i don’t know if i’ll even remember thinking this in the future. will i remember the confusion? will i remember how you made me feel? or is this just a phase, just a moment of conflict in the years we will stay together?
They never thought they’d end up together in the end. They started dating when they were kids. No one would have predicted they would get married. They spent a year and a half apart, and realized they were meant to be together. When they got back together the first time, it was like nothing had happened. They were the same kids, more in love than ever, and nothing could break them apart.
they’d had no way to predict this strange turn of events. they dealt with the past, not the future. once maybe they could have done both but no longer. their powers had faded from how great they had once been, though they went to great effort to conceal that. only he was still as strong. he, and maybe her. maybe she would still be that strong.
Predictions are made all to often. People always try to fill a “void” that can never be filled. No God, no afterlife, no prediction of the future will ver fill that void. That void is a natural assurance of our human mind that evolved from something much simpler billions of years ago.
My days are not predictable. My days vary. I don’t wake up every day with the same dreary attitude knowing that today would be the same as yesterday and the day before, and probably the same as tomorrow. I look at today like a new adventure. Maybe something exciting would happen! Maybe I’ll meet a new friend or go somewhere new. My days aren’t predictable, they’re the opposite of predictable!
If I could predict anything, with any certainty of fulfillment, I would say that all our children’s eyes will be blue, and their hair glinting tiny hints of gold in a certain light.
Predict is a very important word that uses our mind subconscious to predict an outcome. Sometimes this is called intuition in which we take the necessary information and then predict an outcome. Prediction also is influenced by our past experiences and emotions. Being able to predict something correctly is a gift of intuition by God and we should use it sparingly in His honor rather than ours.
i cannot predict what my later life will be like, nor how my future will play out. whatever happens, happens, and i can handle it, i’m ready. however, i can still hope, and dream, and wish, these things remain to be decided.
Once i thought i predicted the future, in reality I really just guessed. My freinds were amazed when i said “it just came to me, it was really weird”, when in reality i truly just guessed. prediction of the future is something i just dont believe in…sadly.
no one can predict my future but me. only i can determine what my life will be like, through the choices i make and the standards i hold myself to. maybe one day my daydreams will become my reality, but only i have the power to make that happen.
i predict an animal will go into the bushes today. i also predict someone will go somewhere different for the first time today. i also predict that salad should become more recognized in the united states instead of burgers and chips.
i can predict that the predicate will begin at the end of this sentence. Its a bitter sweet ending but it must be done just like when life moves on. death and despair is likely to come once our lives have come and gone. i predict i will know the ending of this sentence.
Many want to predict the future and see what is in store for them. Although, you also have to face the fact that the future is not one for predicting. You may try as hard as you like, but predicting anything is nearly impossible to do.