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“Fazer amor é outra das atividades em que ser demasiado analítico só atrapalha. (…) Relaxar e fazer amor correm melhor quando nos limitamos a deixar que as coisas aconteçam – sem tentar forçar. O sistema nervoso parassimpático, que é ligado durante estas atividades, age geralmente de forma independente do sistema executivo do nosso cérebro, que pensa sobre isso.”

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Book:Focus: The Hidden Driver of Excellence
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Focus: The Hidden Driver of Excellence

This book delves into the science and psychology behind focus, discussing how it impacts success and happiness. It provides insights and strategies for enhancing one's ability to concentrate and achieve peak performance. more

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Daniel Goleman
Daniel Goleman

Daniel Goleman is an American psychologist and author, renowned for his contributions to the field of emotional intelligence (EQ). His book 'Emotional Intelligence' became an international bestseller and propelled the importance of emotional intelligence in education, the workplace, and personal development. more

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