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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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“Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away” (Mk 13:31). The word—which seems almost nothing in comparison to the mighty power of the immeasurable material cosmos, like a fleeting breath against the silent grandeur of the universe—the word is more real and more lasting than the entire material world. The word is the true, dependable reality: the solid ground on which we can stand, which holds firm even when the sun goes dark and the firmament disintegrates. The cosmic elements pass away, the word of Jesus is the true "firmament" beneath which we can stand and remain.”

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Book:JESUS OF NAZARETH, Part Two: Holy Week, from the Entrance into Jerusalem to the Resurrection
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“It was in December. I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back. It drove through the country and stopped and started again, it took hours, the countryside was endless. And the sky got bluer and bluer and the sun shone until it seemed like flowers would have to start sprouting out of the country bumpkins. And the red roofs in the villages and the black trees and the fields, most of them covered with straw, had it nice and warm, and the dunes sat bareheaded in the sun. And the road lay there, white and smarting, it couldn't bear the sunlight, and the glass panes of the village streetlamp flashed, they had trouble withstanding the glare too. But I got colder and colder. And the tram ran as long as the sun shone. It's a long ride from Hillegom to Leiden and the days are short in December. By the end, a block of ice was standing there on the tram staring into the big stupid cold sun that was flaming red as though the revolution was finally starting, as though offices were being blown up all over Amsterdam, but still it couldn't bring a spark of life back to my cold feet and stiff legs. And it kept getting bigger and colder, the sun, and I got colder and stayed the same size, and the blue sky looked down very disapprovingly: What are you doing on that tram?”

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Book:Amsterdam Stories
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