Anfangszitat für meine Abschlussarbeit

Hallo,

ihr kennt es sicher aus Wissenschaftlichen Abschlussarbeiten,dass ein Zitat vorran gestellt wird.
Oft sind diese pseudo intellktuell oder sogar auf französisch.

Ich hatte erst an das hier gedacht,weil es mein Leben der letzten Jahren meines Studiums wiederspiegelt (bis auf das ich keine Frau namens Mireille oder so hab.):

" This is the period in which Mireille described him as working
at mathematics all night, by the light of a desk lamp, while she
slept on the sofa in order to be near him, and woke occasionally
to see him slapping his head with his hand, trying to get the ideas
out faster."

Vorteil hier wäre der Bezug zum Fach.Ist auf der anderen Seite aber doch etwas bieder.Eigentlich will ich ein Game, oder Mangazitat.

Nur was soll der Prosessor denken,wenn er liesst

Du bist aus dem Quelldorf verbannt worden. Hau endlich ab!

Auch bin ich mir nicht sicher ob er was mit dem Zelda-Rap anfangen könnte.

Was würdet ihr reinpacken um diese one in a lifetime Chance zu nutzen? (Sofern ich nicht noch promoviere).


Oaaaah eben kommts mir:

Nennen sie mich SNAKE!

Zitat:

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Zitat von noRkia

Nur was soll der Prosessor denken,wenn er liesst

Du bist aus dem Quelldorf verbannt worden. Hau endlich ab!

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:hehe::A

Was philosophisches würd ich auch nicht nehmen, wie wers mit Mass Effect:
"Mensch! Sie haben nichts verändert. Ihre Spezies hat jetzt die Aufmerksamkeit von Wesen, die ihnen weit überlegen sind."

"I protect the statue. It's a very important job. I used to protect a shrub."

Haha ok Icetonge i kenne das Zitat aber aus was war es? Suikoden?

Würde es nicht eher Sinn ergeben, ein Zitat zu wählen, dass einen Bezug zu deinem Thema aufweist? So zusammenhanglose Zitate wirken oft nicht wirklich toll oder durchdacht und eher so, als wollte der Verfasser mal eine tollen Englischkenntnisse zeigen (was ja nicht Sinn der Übung ist).

I am the bone of my bachelor thesis
paper is my body and ink is my blood
I have written over a thousand words
unknown to failure, nor known to success
have withstood pain to create many revisions
yet, those hands will never hold a diploma
so as I pray, unlimited dissertation works.

Und der Professor schreibt dann drunter:

Thank you noRkia, but your certificate is in another castle.

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Zitat von Winyett Grayanus

Würde es nicht eher Sinn ergeben, ein Zitat zu wählen, dass einen Bezug zu deinem Thema aufweist? So zusammenhanglose Zitate wirken oft nicht wirklich toll oder durchdacht und eher so, als wollte der Verfasser mal eine tollen Englischkenntnisse zeigen (was ja nicht Sinn der Übung ist).

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Das ersze Zitat ist doch zu dem Thema.

Zitat:

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Zitat von noRkia

Haha ok Icetonge i kenne das Zitat aber aus was war es? Suikoden?

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Secret of Evermore, was im Englischen genauso schräge Dialoge hat wie im Deutschen. :A


@Topic:
“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”

Zitat:

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Zitat von Icetongue

“HATE.

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So hab ich Norkia nie gesehen :(

Zitat:

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Zitat von noRkia

Das ersze Zitat ist doch zu dem Thema.

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Du hast dein Thema hier nicht benannt.

Außerdem scheinst du ja eher zu meinen, dass es zu deinem Studienfach passt, nur gäbe es da null Bezug zu deinem konkreten Thema. Und ganz ehrlich: Was der Verfasser der Arbeit all die Jahre gemacht hat, wäre mir völlig egal, wenn ich einen Text über, sagen wir mal, die Faszination an der e-Funktion lesen will. Wäre das Zitat allerdings zu letzterem, könnte es Interesse wecken, einen wichtigen Themenpunkt anschneiden o.ä.

Das Zitat stammt aus dem Kommentar zu den Briefen zwischen Grothendieck und Serre aus späten 50ern bis zu Grothendiecks verschwinden ca. 1992. In diesen Briefen beschreibt er an einer Stelle, dass er gerade an dem Konzept für Motive arbeitet,was das Thema ist.
Verschwunden und sich von der Mathematik verabschiedet hat er sich neben politischen Fragen vermutlich wegen eines "Burn-outs" wie man heute sagen wollte.
Er hatte die Schemata Theorie entwickelt und damit die heutige algebraische Geometrie begründet.Sein Problem war,dass er dann 20 Jahre lang versucht hat alles bis zu diesem Zeitpunkt angehäufte Wissen so neu umzuformulieren in dem er es noch weitere abstrahieren wollte.
Als er dann noch aus 1200 Seiten (!) in den letzten Jahren die sogenannten Derivatoren eingeführt hat,um ein "Problem" mit triagulierten Kategorien zu lösen (->Motive),welches in allen Anwendungen mit Motiven aber nie zum Problem wurde,ist er dann schliesslich verschwunden.
Angeblich soll er jeden Tag mindestens 12 Stunden an Mathematik gearbeitet haben.Also neben der Arbeit.Da ich bis 14,15 Uhr penne,weils mir hier zu laut und zu heis is,und ich bis 5,6 Uhr morgens an der Arbeit arbeite und das seit ca. 18 Monaten,fand ich das das Zitat ganz lustig wär.

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Zitat von Gala

Schreib einfach den Youtubelink zu deinem liebsten Jpop Video hin.

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Nimm das als Zitat

Würde ich nur machen wenn das an der Hochschule bzw. beim Prof. so üblich ist. Bei meiner Abschlussarbeit ist das zumindest abgeraten worden und habs sein gelassen. Damit kann man sich gerade mit Unpassenden Einiges in der Benotung verbauen.

"War. War never changes."

pulls down his pants and unleashed a torrent of wibbly-wobbling animals to end the Fourth Reich once and for all.

At precisely that moment Jon Chang bursts in and goes " YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHHHH
HHHeeeuuuuuu", and Linda and I look at each other and reply, in unisono, "thus passeth Zarathustra".

Outside we saw the trees levitating, deep in meditation, while concrete nightmares flew loops around them and sang of days foregone. I faintly remember her vagina knitting little coffee table covers, but that might've been just my imagination. None of us had seen a day so fair and foul, and honestly, right then it did seem like Professor Grzimek was going to take the dump of the motherfucking century, right on the ant hive. We were young and naive, you see. I don't know if you ever felt like a spectral lollipop was hanging grimly over your head like a riced-out sword of Damocles, but that pretty much was the idea. The whole lot of us was very suddenly faced with the realization that, following the disaster to come, we may never see each other again. And we wept, and our tears bounced up and down chanting "lo, thrice the smelly cup barks" before flying out of the chimney and into the endless abyss of Disneyworld.

We then decided to read the Holy Scripture. I mean, you never know what bits of wisdom may be found in a really loving big book dedicated to the exploits of Jesus Hieronymus Christ and how he defeated the Empire, Fiwer and WAL*MART at the same time while surfing on a wave of liquified metal.
Carefully I blew the grass off the cover, opened the tome and began reciting it in a hilariously exaggerated falsetto.

Warble wurble bing bong. Ka-ching, c'est les animaux qui font le Ermächtigungsgesetz und furzten ehrerbietig im Angesicht von Sir Lloyd Humpington III, who ever so cunningly penetrated the Iron Curtain and took down three hundred of these pinko commie bastards all by himself with his trusty submachine gun "Emma".
Behold, my glasses rumbled with expectations untold as His Voice boomed out of a cheap Phillips radio clock and spake, "killmekillmekillmekillmekillmekillmekillmekillmek illmekillmekillmekillme". And so let it be known to all ye goat worshippers, that He will high-five the precatory, and all shall love him and gnash their teeth. Om 21,0-0.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 9999999999999999999999 != 1

And indeed, we gnashed our teeth, and by that I mean we swiftly removed our pants and began making out like only two broken refrigerators orbiting Jupiter can. Naturally this turned out to be a soggy idea, for only days later we were interrupted by an incessant knocking at my solar plexus.
It's-a me, Mario!
Franz Kafka gracefully leaped out of Natasha's left ear and immediately turned into a giant flagpole, the banner of the United Boogiepoppers gently wafting in the breeze ten miles above us. Grabbing our penises tightly, tears in our eyes, we sa
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m, wondering where the hell he'd gotten that crazy idea from. Next thing you know he'll want to enchant the begrudged kitten and we'll all get a "get well soon" card from the Gestapo!
Blowing the Fairy Horn soundly, I launched the Bible at him. It struck his hydrant and bounced off with a "psssshrrrraaaaaaakt" sound, startling several nearby llamas and ending Devin's killing spree.
Mike looked at me funny. He also slowly turned black and made obscene gestures with a newly grown appendage.
"Reaay ouyay kayoay?", he inquired.
I retorted harshly with "IIIIIIIIIIIII EEEEEEENNNNNJOOOOOOOOYYYYY FIIIIIISSSSHHHHHIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG".
Mike's mouth closed abruptly like that one festering sore on the anus of my pet rabbit Paladin.
"Let's go have a buoy", I quickly continued before he had a chance to smash me into the ground with his enormous cranium.
"Arblegarble", he agreed. We swam out of the door.

Of course, I would not be here half-buried in the sands of Mybuttitchistan, telling this story, if what happened then hadn't happened.
Mike and I had barely reattached our limbs outside the Super Fun Kawaii Adventure Mall Adventure Shopping when a (to be honest, quite magnificient) hippopotamus drove by and fired several oranges at us from his inflatable odometer. Luckily, the ferocious fruit forsook to force fatalities on us and, instead, struck the shop behind us, annihilating the Alliteration Agency and killing at least a kazillion kooky kindergarteners.
We shook our unnaturally large cancer growths at this jovial display of violence and continued on our merry way.
Unbeknownst to us, one of the weasels who had suicide-bombed the Gala hotel had not died from its lethal injuries and was now channeling the vile spirit of Hitler's left nostril into our trailerpark. At any rate, we suddenly beheld an image of a red frog wearing a rather revealing spiked tutu projected onto the night sky. Not too long thereafter, we saw Binocular Man and his trusty sidekick, Artery Clog Boy, rotating across the sky in an altogether unwholesome fashion. What became of them and their evil opponent, we never learned; but for days to come, whenever I took a poo poo it ended up looking like a little amusement park, complete with sheep barreling down the rollercoaster tracks and Van Gogh selling popcorn to unsuspecting terrorists. Maybe it was Sarah's way of telling me to subdue my goddamn cereal.

Ah, Sarah. My beloved sister, insurance agent and semen-stained sex toy all rolled into a delicious package of despair and low low mortgage rates. I fondly remember her incoherent diatribes on random Sunday mornings, spitting and screaming at her little white dog Gustav "Whoop dee loving doo" Schicklhuber, who frequently revolutionized the world of mathematics with his wild theories which mostly amounted to "I will gently caress you until you dingleberry jailtime sailboat M-M-M-M-M-MONSTER KILL" anyway. Naturally, Sarah was quite shocked at this regular display of digestive fortitude and audibly protested by refusing to keep his prosthetic vocal cords well-oiled. Her wrath was awesome to behold; her brazen hair tossed up by the storms raging about the Panda Who Was All That Could Have Been, her eyes aglow with the fiery glaze of a thousand farts lit on fire, her claw-like hands trembling like claw-like hands...none would dare stand against her. None but Konstantin, but then again that was the same guy who stood against a 30-ton truck careening down the freeway after hitting a speeding penguin, so that doesn't really count for anything.
One day, after Gustav had once again reinvented the wheel, Sarah refused to take him for a walk. Right then and there, the poo poo hit the Red Sox fan. Baring his fangs against Sarah, Gustav began powering up to become Super Goku Sayjin. We would've been sitting there for millenia to come if I hadn't, in a revolting and yet touching gesture, hit Fast Forward. I remember very little of what transpired afterwards, except my deodorant couldn't do anything against it. We never saw Gustav again, and Sarah lived out the rest of her days as an amorphous blob in a steam-powered wheelchair, dispensing wisdom such as "BBBBBBBBBLBLBLBLBLBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLär ks" without fail and self-constraint.

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smilicus weedus majoris.
Often used to denote the consumption or expected consumption or finished consumption or alluded consumption or. Bet you didn't see that coming! Georg Büchner was a pretty fellow, one time we hung out together and he showed me parts of his new play and there was this total slut called Marie and I was like "I'd hit it" whereupon the skies burst asunder and a stack of blue and gray boxes collapsed in slow motion. I dunno what that was all about either, but later Beethoven made a symphony out of it, and I think there are several fagots in it. Heh, fagot. I like how the GAYS are always the BUTT of jokes, much like I CAPITALIZE important WORDS because the FOX flies LOW over the MANUFACTURING BELT at NIGHT. MOSTLY. But what do I know.

Mike hasn't taken his meds in half a lorry. As a trumpet, his pencil oscillates oddly during daylight savings and on every second Tuesday. The doctor telepathetically encouraged him that if he keeps doing things like that, he might well find email spam setting his groin on fire, and now who would want that? GODDAMN KIDS ALWAYS ON MY LAWN THAT'S WHO. Back in the day we'd just exterminate some Indian tribes and that was that, but no, nowadays you hafta've a cell phone and a degree in celsius or you might as well ten thousand miles under the sea. drat near killed 'em! ... Oh. Hairdrier? Thanks. I enjoy stroking my sheep ominously because it gives me that certain feeling in my pants, if you are a regular reader of Readers' Digest and I know you r s t u v w x y z. Now I have Sesame Street flashbacks and they scare me because I see Big Bird squatting over the trembling body of my mother and...I can't bring myself to talk about it. braaaaawk braaaaaaaaaaaawk

I think I'm going to take a bath now. I feel unclean. I long for the warm embrace of water between my q u a k i n g l o i n

"Oh hi, Doggy!"
Tommy Wiseau, The Room, 2003

"So long, gay Bowser"
Mario from Super Mario 64

"It's all in there, read it sorgfältig durch!"
Yuffi from Final Fantasy VII