Quotes About Prediction

Gracias a Dios que no podemos adivinar el futuro. Si nos dijeran lo que iba a pasar, no nos levantaríamos nunca de la cama.

Sights, smells, temperature changes—all sorts of stuff. We notice it without consciously thinking about it. He says we may not be paying attention, but our brains are recording and processing it all the same, and these… these observations, or whatever you want to call them, make up a pattern. So if you're good with patterns, the way Mr. Benedict says I am, you can sometimes predict things.

If you have too much of a plan, it'll show up in Darkstalker's view of the future," Anemone observed. "See, so it's actually better to wing it," said Qibli. "Ha ha, dragon pun, wing it. I'm hilarious." He did a little flip in the air.

They rapped on Clearsight's door and heard a clatter of things falling as talons thumped toward the door. Finally she poked her head out and gave Darkstalker a stern look. "I knew it was you," she said. "REALLY?" Darkstalker said with a gasp. "It's like you can PREDICT THE FUTURE!

Tick tick tick tick flip flip flip flip. Her brain never stopped. She was constantly running scenarios, tracing paths forward into different futures. Darkstalker had thought he was pretty good at this himself — he could see not just the most plausible future, but a few alternates where things were different. But she had thousands of strands gathered in her mind, weaving and interweaving and knotting and tangling. He regretted promising to stay out; it was fascinating in there.

He probably should have predicted that Winter would be a stubborn donkey for no reason.

If you are flying directly into a hurricane, it is probably useful to be a dragon who can see the future. Then again, if you are a dragon who can see the future, you are most likely far too smart to fly directly into a hurricane.

Um, I can predict your weather a year in advance. It's going to … wait for it … oh, this is pretty shocking … it's going to SNOW! And then a couple of days later … you're not going to believe it … snow again! And then, wait, this one's a bit tricky … hang on to your tails, everyone … it looks like we're in for about three hundred and sixty-five more days of … great moons! MORE SNOW!

Inside her head, Darkstalker sighed. I literally can't see any future where I can talk you out of this. Oh, good, Moon thought, Then take a break and don't try.

That went well. He probably should have predicted that Winter would be a stubborn donkey for no reason.

It's hard to predict what life will be like in a hundred years. There are only a few things we can say with certainty. We know that everyone will drive flying cars, that zoning laws will be relaxed to allow buildings hundreds of stories tall, that it will be dark most of the time, and that women will all be trained in the martial arts. Here I want to zoom in on one detail of this picture. What kind of programming language will they use to write the software controlling those flying cars?

Einstein believed the truth of a theory is, for certain, borne out by whether it successfully predicts experience. But the relationship between the theory and the experience can only be grasped intuitively.

It always amazes me how people in Europe and the United States can be so indifferent to the speeches of their chancellor or president, for these worlds from the top can be a wind sock for what might happen next.

I'm an old, superstitious Arab, and I believe in our proverbs. There's one that says, 'Everything that happens once can never happen again. But anything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.

We assume (falsely) that how we feel now is how we will feel in the future.

A nice blend of prediction and surprise seem to be at the heart of the best art.

I'm making some of the greatest art being made now. It'll take the art world ten years to get around to it.

I do not like to be a prophet. I like better to paint than to predict what the next painters will do. Though I have a feeling that consideration of order is very much in the air.

Science fiction is a kind of archaeology of the future.

Predicting recessions is indeed a dark art, but I think we are several years away from the next one.

Science fiction is, after all, the art of extrapolation.

Déjà vu Orwell's 1984

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