I wish I could predict my future, what i’ll be studying, where I’ll live, if I’ll get married and have kids! I just want to know how my lifes going to turn out and what it is I should do. I worry about the future and it’d be so much easier if someone just told me what i was supposed to do already! But i guess that’s life; unpredictable
I want to read your palm
Predict our future and see that our roads intwine
I want to look in your eyes
And see through the years
See the tears
See us cry
I want to know what’s around that corner
So that I won’t miss any chance
To remind you how much you mean.
I can’t predict the future. I can’t see what’s going to happen in my life, I have no idea what the plan is supposed to look like. I’m hopeful, but the only prediction I have is that God is going to do good through my trials right now…
It was easy to predict what tone his words would take, as people are selfish by nature. His choice of words was the surprise. They were what inspired the hate.
futuristic, special suits, fly, soar above others, world of imagination and creativity, diffrent, uniqueness, joy, freedom, endless possiblitys, no time to consider, just do it- like nike says to. love like ur lovin it- McDonalds. peace.
It’s hard to predict the future. What will come, what will happen. It’s hard to figure out our own futures, much less the futures of the world and of all of those around us. Because of this fact, this blind sense, we are hesitant to take risks in a future that is uncertain. However, these people of this world do not understand that without taking risks, there is no future at all.
I sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair, my hand’s sweaty in the psychics as i waited for her to predict my future. My stomach turned as her pruny fingers traced my life line. She glances up with a malicious smirk- “it’s a little too short.” Those were the last words I ever heard as she pulled out a wickedly sharp dagger and plunged it into my throat.
“I want you to predict what will happen in the future,” said the teacher.
Johnny had a great idea. He was gonna write about the cool gadgets that were there. The gadgets that his father told him about, because of course, his dad was a time traveling spy for the CIA.
I predict the world will end. I predict the world will not end. I predict no one knows. I predict the rapture will come as soon as I eat raw eggs. I predict snow in Maine.
I have no idea what to predict about my future. I like to just let things flow. Sometimes thought, I have these psychic thoughts where I somehow predict the future a little. It’s like a sixth sense. I really like this app. I predict that I will be on this again. This is actually a good wake up website! Thanks
I’m usually pretty good at predicting things. I tend to think about things too much and figure out different situations and how things might end up going. I’m very “glass half empty” kind of person when it comes to myself. I predict things and they happen. I hate to say I’m usually right, but I really am. I just know things. I don’t know. Predict is a weird word for me.
I really like not knowing the future. It adds a little excitement to my day when I don’t know what is coming. Predicting the future would be a useful tool but I wouldn’t want it.
I’ve always been able to predict what could happen to someone in the future. I suppose that’s not the best way to explain it, but words can’t describe what I can do. Its sort of a sixth sense, where I see patterns in peoples actions, and I can tell what their next move is going to be. Who knew that having that ability could ruin my life?
The weather. Where I will be tomorrow or next week or next month? Who’s having a baby and will it be a boy or a girl? Healthy or not? We can more than predict now. We can know. We take predicting for granted.
again. we are on the road to define something. and I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to do it. cause it is just a prediction you know, you want something, but never believe in it for sure that it will come true
I can’t predict what the future will bring, in the grand scheme, but I have a pretty good idea of how my life is going to play out on a daily basis. This frees me up to not worry so much about what is coming tomorrow, and I can relax and enjoy today.
there is only one thing I cannot define, it is exactly a cliché; prediction. because the rest of the definitions are all predictions. but the word itself, unknown.
The time has come to be alive, to see the end, to take a dive. To swim the sea, to see the waves, stumble upon empty graves. I see the end, the ending is night. For honoring the darkness of an heroic knight. A sowrd is giving upon the shoulder of a theive, knights of glory predict to believe.
Predict what would happen in thirty, forty, or even a million years. Will we all be back to a middle aged system? Or will we be zooming past on floating cars that run off oxygen? The future is so blurry that I don’t believe anyone can predict, only imagine.
i look at the stars and wonder, what did they know before me? is the world written on this velvet curtain, an ancient story in gilded text, the score of a symphony played again and again, a tome of braille for only god to read?
i predicted the weather and it was going to rain the news channel predicts the weather sunny storm cloudy and yea predict means totell what you think not something you know
I can’t predict. What could when nothing is in the minds eye. Please let me know when there is something. Where can you go when the only way is in the middle of the death. Corporate cant predict it. The joyous crowd cant hide it. But when all is said and done and the victory is won. Who is in ast place. Predict me this future, young man where is heaven and hell’s resting places? Predict the future and tell me it’ll all be okay. Look at your Cathedrals and what do they predict, a life of money for the clergy and gifts of independence for the followers. Blapshemeres so marked up and intertwined with immoral codes and breakable laws. Set for disiaster the moment it left the pad. Predict the world when no one is on it but the faithful and righteous. predict me another Messiah to walk the Earth. You can’t, one can. Thank you Jah.
you can predict what my future will be / i cannot… im scared of it I wish you could predict me how everything isgoing to be… everything would be so much easier… im sad, predict me my futur
The word “addicted” comes to mind. Then, her… Of course… The p and d for her nose, e for her smile, r for her ears, i for her presence, c for her beautyful eyes, t for her eyebrows. Soundtrack of Mr. Nobody plays now. Something smells like her too.
All this crap about “no one can predict the future?” Of course we can. Cause and effect. You jump off a cliff, you’re gonna die. Unless it’s a really lame little cliff.
Psychics and oracles? Lots of the time they’re just a little more aware. They notice things other people might not and can factor that into some of their predictions. If you had the ability to notice the factors that they do, and had a lifetime of applying that knowledge to cause and effect, you’d probably be able to predict some futures too.
Is anything predictable to 100% certainty? I don’t think so. For example, that cliff? A UFO could swoop in at the last moment and break your fall. Or a really really big bird.
I’m so predicted to you. Man I don’t even know what “predict” means :). So how are you doing? God! Shall I check a dictionary or something? I suppose it means addicted or kind of that.
P.s. Omg I checked what it means and I want to say that I predict you all so much :)
Blair opened the door, and once she saw us, she ushered us inside. “Good, good. Here for your fortunes?” she asked.
“Blair, it’s me–”
“Yes, yes, I know it’s you. But you only come for fortunes, so why should I treat you any different than I would a client? Well, sit down. Here. Hand.”
She snatched my hand and stared at it, placing one of her own on the crystal ball beside her. She clicked her tongue quietly. “Same as usual. Death and destruction and doom and all that good stuff.”
She rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, closing her heavily-eyeshadowed eyes in deep contemplation before placing one of her large palms on top of the crystal ball. “Your future,” she croaked, “lies within this stone.”
I gulped, hoping beyond hope that the stone held some good future for me–or at least that when she lifted her hand that at least something would happen–and watched uneasily as her hand, on which the nails were painted a gaudy red and which was encased in skin so wrinkly I wasn’t sure it was ever smooth, tensed and lifted off of the glittering orb.
“Your future will soon be revealed,” she told me solemnly as the ball filled with clouds. “For your sake, I do hope that it is prosperous.”
“I wish I could see into the future, y’know? Predict things like who we’re gonna marry and stuff. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Yeah!” I said, excited. I smiled as we stared up at the clouds, you always had the best ideas.
“I’d like to see who you’d marry, so that I could make sure you were happy,” You said, looking through the grass at me, “I’d makes sure that you would be happy,”
“Same here,” I said and reached across the small space between our hands to clasp yours.
I wish I could predict my future, what i’ll be studying, where I’ll live, if I’ll get married and have kids! I just want to know how my lifes going to turn out and what it is I should do. I worry about the future and it’d be so much easier if someone just told me what i was supposed to do already! But i guess that’s life; unpredictable
I want to read your palm
Predict our future and see that our roads intwine
I want to look in your eyes
And see through the years
See the tears
See us cry
I want to know what’s around that corner
So that I won’t miss any chance
To remind you how much you mean.
I can’t predict the future. I can’t see what’s going to happen in my life, I have no idea what the plan is supposed to look like. I’m hopeful, but the only prediction I have is that God is going to do good through my trials right now…
It was easy to predict what tone his words would take, as people are selfish by nature. His choice of words was the surprise. They were what inspired the hate.
futuristic, special suits, fly, soar above others, world of imagination and creativity, diffrent, uniqueness, joy, freedom, endless possiblitys, no time to consider, just do it- like nike says to. love like ur lovin it- McDonalds. peace.
It’s hard to predict the future. What will come, what will happen. It’s hard to figure out our own futures, much less the futures of the world and of all of those around us. Because of this fact, this blind sense, we are hesitant to take risks in a future that is uncertain. However, these people of this world do not understand that without taking risks, there is no future at all.
futuristic absolutely unpredictable, variety, imagination, freedom, creativity, uniqueness, love, happiness, joy, success
I sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair, my hand’s sweaty in the psychics as i waited for her to predict my future. My stomach turned as her pruny fingers traced my life line. She glances up with a malicious smirk- “it’s a little too short.” Those were the last words I ever heard as she pulled out a wickedly sharp dagger and plunged it into my throat.
“I want you to predict what will happen in the future,” said the teacher.
Johnny had a great idea. He was gonna write about the cool gadgets that were there. The gadgets that his father told him about, because of course, his dad was a time traveling spy for the CIA.
I predict the world will end. I predict the world will not end. I predict no one knows. I predict the rapture will come as soon as I eat raw eggs. I predict snow in Maine.
“can you predict the future, bogdan, “elke asked on their way back to the ranch.
“time can be bent,folded and twisted, but it can not be foretold. “
I have no idea what to predict about my future. I like to just let things flow. Sometimes thought, I have these psychic thoughts where I somehow predict the future a little. It’s like a sixth sense. I really like this app. I predict that I will be on this again. This is actually a good wake up website! Thanks
I’m usually pretty good at predicting things. I tend to think about things too much and figure out different situations and how things might end up going. I’m very “glass half empty” kind of person when it comes to myself. I predict things and they happen. I hate to say I’m usually right, but I really am. I just know things. I don’t know. Predict is a weird word for me.
I predict a war will come. Not just any war. A war that will tear us apart, that will send children to their deaths.
I predict that this war will come soon. I will see it. I will see my own home, my own family, blown to bits by bombs as I cower in the bathroom.
remise l’éperond dolo raxi
en pluyf je payj – filop…
I really like not knowing the future. It adds a little excitement to my day when I don’t know what is coming. Predicting the future would be a useful tool but I wouldn’t want it.
I predict I won’t get much written for this one. Um, I’m not sure what else to write.
“Someday”, I told him. “You will be dead for what you have done”. He was angry. I had told him the truth.
people looked at me and saw a witch. I wanted to scream. “I am not evil”. But I was not holy.
I didn’t know what was going to happen. Mama said I could see anything. But I couldn’t see what would be inside that train. I was frightened.
The future holds nothing dear for any of us.
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I’ve always been able to predict what could happen to someone in the future. I suppose that’s not the best way to explain it, but words can’t describe what I can do. Its sort of a sixth sense, where I see patterns in peoples actions, and I can tell what their next move is going to be. Who knew that having that ability could ruin my life?
The weather. Where I will be tomorrow or next week or next month? Who’s having a baby and will it be a boy or a girl? Healthy or not? We can more than predict now. We can know. We take predicting for granted.
again. we are on the road to define something. and I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to do it. cause it is just a prediction you know, you want something, but never believe in it for sure that it will come true
I can’t predict what the future will bring, in the grand scheme, but I have a pretty good idea of how my life is going to play out on a daily basis. This frees me up to not worry so much about what is coming tomorrow, and I can relax and enjoy today.
there is only one thing I cannot define, it is exactly a cliché; prediction. because the rest of the definitions are all predictions. but the word itself, unknown.
I talked to a predictor the other day, he said i was having too much fun. ¿How much IS the rugby amount of it?
The time has come to be alive, to see the end, to take a dive. To swim the sea, to see the waves, stumble upon empty graves. I see the end, the ending is night. For honoring the darkness of an heroic knight. A sowrd is giving upon the shoulder of a theive, knights of glory predict to believe.
Predict what would happen in thirty, forty, or even a million years. Will we all be back to a middle aged system? Or will we be zooming past on floating cars that run off oxygen? The future is so blurry that I don’t believe anyone can predict, only imagine.
i look at the stars and wonder, what did they know before me? is the world written on this velvet curtain, an ancient story in gilded text, the score of a symphony played again and again, a tome of braille for only god to read?
i predicted the weather and it was going to rain the news channel predicts the weather sunny storm cloudy and yea predict means totell what you think not something you know
I can’t predict. What could when nothing is in the minds eye. Please let me know when there is something. Where can you go when the only way is in the middle of the death. Corporate cant predict it. The joyous crowd cant hide it. But when all is said and done and the victory is won. Who is in ast place. Predict me this future, young man where is heaven and hell’s resting places? Predict the future and tell me it’ll all be okay. Look at your Cathedrals and what do they predict, a life of money for the clergy and gifts of independence for the followers. Blapshemeres so marked up and intertwined with immoral codes and breakable laws. Set for disiaster the moment it left the pad. Predict the world when no one is on it but the faithful and righteous. predict me another Messiah to walk the Earth. You can’t, one can. Thank you Jah.
you can predict what my future will be / i cannot… im scared of it I wish you could predict me how everything isgoing to be… everything would be so much easier… im sad, predict me my futur
The word “addicted” comes to mind. Then, her… Of course… The p and d for her nose, e for her smile, r for her ears, i for her presence, c for her beautyful eyes, t for her eyebrows. Soundtrack of Mr. Nobody plays now. Something smells like her too.
Never saw this one coming.
Predict
All this crap about “no one can predict the future?” Of course we can. Cause and effect. You jump off a cliff, you’re gonna die. Unless it’s a really lame little cliff.
Psychics and oracles? Lots of the time they’re just a little more aware. They notice things other people might not and can factor that into some of their predictions. If you had the ability to notice the factors that they do, and had a lifetime of applying that knowledge to cause and effect, you’d probably be able to predict some futures too.
Is anything predictable to 100% certainty? I don’t think so. For example, that cliff? A UFO could swoop in at the last moment and break your fall. Or a really really big bird.
I’m so predicted to you. Man I don’t even know what “predict” means :). So how are you doing? God! Shall I check a dictionary or something? I suppose it means addicted or kind of that.
P.s. Omg I checked what it means and I want to say that I predict you all so much :)
Blair opened the door, and once she saw us, she ushered us inside. “Good, good. Here for your fortunes?” she asked.
“Blair, it’s me–”
“Yes, yes, I know it’s you. But you only come for fortunes, so why should I treat you any different than I would a client? Well, sit down. Here. Hand.”
She snatched my hand and stared at it, placing one of her own on the crystal ball beside her. She clicked her tongue quietly. “Same as usual. Death and destruction and doom and all that good stuff.”
She rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, closing her heavily-eyeshadowed eyes in deep contemplation before placing one of her large palms on top of the crystal ball. “Your future,” she croaked, “lies within this stone.”
I gulped, hoping beyond hope that the stone held some good future for me–or at least that when she lifted her hand that at least something would happen–and watched uneasily as her hand, on which the nails were painted a gaudy red and which was encased in skin so wrinkly I wasn’t sure it was ever smooth, tensed and lifted off of the glittering orb.
“Your future will soon be revealed,” she told me solemnly as the ball filled with clouds. “For your sake, I do hope that it is prosperous.”
“I wish I could see into the future, y’know? Predict things like who we’re gonna marry and stuff. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Yeah!” I said, excited. I smiled as we stared up at the clouds, you always had the best ideas.
“I’d like to see who you’d marry, so that I could make sure you were happy,” You said, looking through the grass at me, “I’d makes sure that you would be happy,”
“Same here,” I said and reached across the small space between our hands to clasp yours.
Our six year old dreams…