Zitat des Tages über Vergisst / Forgets:
No one forgets their first love. You're experiencing all those endorphins and all that dopamine and that obsession with one another for the very first time in your life, so it makes it that much more cute.
I feel like my job as a storyteller and director is to create an experience where the audience forgets they're in a cinema and can get lost in the story. Things popping out of the screen call attention to the artifice of what you're doing, so I use 3D as more of a window into a world behind the screen.
I try to address my audiences intelligently. The man in the street counts, but sometimes he forgets that he counts.
What everybody forgets is that when I was a journalist in Britain and in the United States, I was always a Canadian. And the price of expatriation does not go down, it goes up. I never felt part of the political common sense of Britain. I never felt it in the United States. I had no natural home in Britain and the U.S.
Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
Growing up in an Italian family, you use a harsh tone and 10 minutes later everybody forgets about it.
Many a man who has known himself at ten forgets himself utterly between ten and thirty.
It is expected that a children's story will raise a difficulty and then resolve it: increasingly, this resolution is so prompt and so resounding that one forgets what exactly the difficulty was.
Everybody forgets names and faces, and it's just inconsiderate to expect someone who isn't your boss or your sister-in-law to know exactly who you are.
There are three signs of senility. The first sign is that a man forgets his theorems. The second sign is that he forgets to zip up. The third sign is that he forgets to zip down.
A politician never forgets the precarious nature of elective life. We have never established a practice of tenure in public office.
If a country forgets where it came from, how will its people know who they are?
September 11 impressed upon us that life is a precious gift. Every life has a purpose. And I think we all have a duty to devote at least a small portion of our daily lives to ensuring that neither America nor the world ever forgets September 11.
What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them.
The minute you do any layoffs, you might as well lay off the whole joint because everybody forgets about the customer and worries about their job security.
With bullying and all the stuff going on, words are very important. Words can be more hurtful than anything physically. I got little kids, and it's common sense when you're raising them that the main thing is how you talk to people, and how you treat people. Sometimes I think the world forgets that as we get older.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
The big thing that everyone forgets, you're famous and on TV and everything, but I think there's something very rewarding to be able to write a song, record it, and have it turn out as you heard it in your head, or even better.
The popular idea that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.
Everyone always says the middle child is the worst or whatever - what do they say? That everyone forgets about them? But that's not true. That's not true in my family.
The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.
Well, I think everybody's a little jealous of the Vietnam Wall, even people from wars that already have good monuments. You have a monument like the Wall and nobody ever forgets your war, you can bet on that.
Man's sin is in his failure to live what he is. Being the master of the earth, man forgets that he is the servant of God.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.
Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring.
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.
The guy comes up to the plate, there's always a chance where he can get a grand slam and everybody forgets about all the times he missed.
I know patients who bring a dozen roses to the doctor's office. And, boy, the next visit, nobody forgets that. You come in and hey - 'Here's the lady who brought the roses' vs. 'Here's the lung cancer.'
Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.
They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.
Authority forgets a dying king.
I didn't want to make cinema so a person forgets himself and has a lot of fun. 'I forget myself, I am a little poor consumer.' I wanted to make a picture where someone who sees it say, 'This is me! This is me!'
One declaims endlessly against the passions; one imputes all of man's suffering to them. One forgets that they are also the source of all his pleasures.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist? An optimist laughs to forget, but a pessimist forgets to laugh.