Drum Motivational Quotes

Quand tu veux construire un bateau, ne commence pas par rassembler du bois, couper des planches et distribuer du travail, mais reveille au sein des hommes le desir de la mer grande et large. If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

Music is the beat of a drum that keeps time with our emotions.

Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.

Music is the fastest motivator in the world.

Music is a complete evocation – like a smell. It can bring an entire memory and feeling back to you in a rush. Much more complete than even a photograph. You allow yourself a certain visual distance with photos – not music. It envelopes you – there’s no way to escape it. It’s a great test of sensitivity – the degree of reaction to music. I use it all the time. I call it my ‘Music Test.’ People today don’t want to hear the truth. They’re really afraid of tranquility and silence – they’re afraid they might begin to understand their own motivations too well. They keep a steady stream of noise going to protect themselves, to build a wall against the truth. Like African natives, beating on their drums, rattling their gourds, shaking the bells to scare off evil spirits. As long as there’s enough noise, there’s nothing to fear – or hear. But they will listen. Times are changing.

Some bow to the spirit of collectivism, while you ascend to the spirit of your own eclectic rhythms.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past with a wave of the hand, saying merely: 'I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.

When the drum beat comes to an end, you shall not hear the drum beat again, but you shall remember how it sounded, and you shall understand clearly how you should or should not have danced to the drum beat

— Fericirea nu e pentru toţi, Cathy. — Ba sigur că e! Toţi ne naştem fericiţi. Pe drum, viaţa ni se mai murdăreşte, dar putem să o spălăm. Iar fericirea nu e exuberantă şi zgomotoasă, precum plăcerea sau bucuria. E tăcută, liniştită, suavă, e o stare interioară de satisfacţie ce începe prin a te iubi pe tine însuţi.

... dar in "Pivnita de ceapa" a lui Schmuh nu se gasea nimic de mancare si cine voia sa manance ceva trebuia sa mearga in alta parte, la Fischl si nu in "Pivnita de ceapa", fiindca aici nu se taia decat ceapa. Si de ce asa? Pentru ca pivnita se numea astfel si ce era cu totul iesit din comun pentru ca aceasta ceapa, ceapa taiata, cand o privesti cu atentie... nu, clientii lui Schmuh nu mai vedeau nimic sau doar unii dintre ei nu mai vedeau nimic, li se scurgeau ochii, nu pentru ca aveau inimile prea pline; caci unde scrie ca daca ti-e inima plina, trebuie sa iti planga ochii, unora nu le reuseste niciodata asa ceva, mai ales in deceniile din urma, de aceea secolul nostru se va numi candva, in viitor, secolul lipsit de lacrimi, desi a fost multa suferinta - si tocmai din acest motiv, din cauza lipsei lacrimilor, oamenii, cei care isi puteau permite, se duceau la "Pivnita de ceapa", se lasau serviti de patron cu o scandura de tocat, cu un cutit de bucatarie si cu o ceapa ordinara de camp sau gradina care-i costa douasprezece marci, o taiau atat de marunt pana ce sucul reusea. Ce reusea? Reusea ceea ce lumea si suferinta acestei lumi nu reuseau sa produca: omeneasca lacrima rotunda. Si atunci se puneau pe plans. In sfarsit se punea lumea, din nou, pe plans. Se plangea serios, dezlantuit, in toata legea. Apa curgea si lua totul cu ea. Apoi venea ploaia. Apoi cadea roua... Si dupa acea calamitate naturala de douasprezece marci si optzeci de pfenigi, oamenii satui de plans incep sa vorbeasca. Inca ezitand, mirati de propria lor limba goala, dupa ce savureaza ceapa, clientii pivnitei se predau vecinilor lor, acolo, pe lazile incomode imbracate in iuta, se lasa intrebati, isi schimba felul de a fi cum iti intorci paltonul.

In the realm of boundless skies I soar, With the fire of beginnings, I implore, Though thorns may pierce, and darkness may loom, I'll test my strength in thunder's fierce boom. For high above, I seek my place, In the heavens, a name to embrace, Yet every breath fuels my might, As I brave the storms, take flight in the night. In the face of dust, my resolve remains, Despite the wounds, and life's crushing pains, I stand unbroken, my spirit's ablaze, In the crucible, I'll burn and amaze. Though I may stumble, and falter, and strain, In my heart, the desire remains untamed, With sparks in my eyes, and hope in my veins, I'll rise from the ashes, through trials and gains. For I've etched in my fists, a star's radiant gleam, In the city's uproar, I'll conquer, it seems, Though darkness may fall in an infinite stream, My end won't be falling; it's more than it seems. On my face, I may wear the marks of the fight, With a broken resolve, a fractured light, But within my core, strength takes its flight, And from the embers, I'll emerge in the night. Though breaths may shatter, and heartbeats may sway, In the depths of my being, I'll find my way, With fiery gaze, and a steadfast say, I'll conquer the tempest, come what may. I've woven a star in the palm of my hand, Let the drums of the city resound, understand, Though shadows may gather, like grains of sand, My fall is not final, I'll rise and expand. In the realm of boundless skies, I roam, With a heart unyielding, I'll find my home, Through trials and triumphs, I'll ceaselessly roam, My end isn't falling; it's where I'll become.

Moving to oriental or jazz while listening to drum beats or trance, take your own time and improvise. Wait not, now is the time to release the dancing vibes.

He was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, ruthless, less than a god, more than a man. There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past with a wave of the hand, saying merely: "I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.

I thought of it, yes,” he said finally. He let his head fall back on the pillow, eyes fixed on the low beamed ceiling. “Still, if I was human enough—or petty enough—to consider that I might offend you by bringing William here, I would ask you to believe that such offense was not my motive in coming.

I believe you,” I said, my eyes fixed on the skein. “If only because it seems rather a lot of trouble to go to. What was your motive, though?

I told you I had feelings for my wife,” he said softly. “I did. Affection. Familiarity. Loyalty. We had known each other all her life; our fathers had been friends; I had known her brother. She might well have been my sister.” “And was she satisfied with that—to be your sister?” He gave me a glance somewhere between anger and interest. “You cannot be at all a comfortable woman to live with.” He shut his mouth, but couldn’t leave it there. He shrugged impatiently. “Yes, I believe she was satisfied with the life she led. She never said that she was not.” I didn’t reply to this, though I exhaled rather strongly through my nose. He shrugged uncomfortably, and scratched his collarbone. “I was an adequate husband to her,” he said defensively. “That we had no children of our own—that was not my—” “I really don’t want to hear about it!” “Oh, don’t you?” His voice was still low, not to wake Ian, but it had lost the smooth modulations of diplomacy; the anger was rough in it. “You asked me why I came; you questioned my motives; you accused me of jealousy. Perhaps you don’t want to know, because if you did, you could not keep thinking of me as you choose to.” “And how the hell do you know what I choose to think of you?” His mouth twisted in an expression that might have been a sneer on a less handsome face. “Don’t I?” I looked him full in the face for a minute, not troubling to hide anything at all. “You did mention jealousy,” he said quietly, after a moment. “So I did. So did you.” He turned his head away, but continued after a moment. “When I heard that Isobel was dead … it meant nothing to me. We had lived together for years, though we had not seen each other for nearly two years. We shared a bed; we shared a life, I thought. I should have cared. But I didn’t.” He took a deep breath; I saw the bedclothes stir as he settled himself. “You mentioned generosity. It wasn’t that. I came to see … whether I can still feel,” he said. His head was still turned away, staring at the hide-covered window, grown dark with the night. “Whether it is my own feelings that have died, or only Isobel.” “Only Isobel?” I echoed. He lay quite still for a moment, facing away. “I can still feel shame, at least,” he said, very softly.

Raising awareness of the tight connection between sales and production also helps guard against one of the great evils of traditional selling and order-taking systems, namely the resort to bonus systems to motivate a sales force working with no real knowledge of or concern about the capabilities of the production system. These methods produce periodic surges in orders at the end of each bonus period (even though underlying demand hasn’t changed) and an occasional “order of the century” drummed up by a bonus-hungry sales staff, which the production system can’t possibly accommodate. Both lead to late deliveries and bad will from the customer. In other words, they magically generate muda.

Google Proves Nice Counts. On a quest to discover what it takes to build the "perfect team," Google launched the Project Aristotle initiative to find the answers. Over a period of several years, they surveyed hundreds of teams, conducted interviews, analyzed studies, and observed how team members interacted with one another. Google’s findings revealed that "psychological safety" is the key ingredient for creating a high-functioning team. It nurtures a healthy environment that encourages freedom of expression, engaging communication, empathy for one another, caring, support, respect and, drum roll please . . . BEING NICE!

Încrederea oarbă este încrederea nebună în ceva sau în cineva, unde important nu este ceea ce dobândești la capăt de drum, ci parcursul în sine. Nu rezultatul este important, ci să dobândești ceva. Să reziști în fața încercărilor. Nu un rezultat te înalță. Dacă ai obținut ușor ceea ce ai dobândit, nu simți gustul. Greutate și adâncimea trăirilor îți dau răspunsuri. Viața mi-a oferit revelații în căutări, nu în rezultate. Când ajungi la liman, nu mai ești în priză, te relaxezi, intri în starea de confort. Încrederea este o stare de spirit, nu ți-o dă nimeni din exterior, nici măcar certitudinile. Ai încredere în ceva sau în cineva nu pentru că îți dă motive, ci pentru că ai nevoie să crezi. Când spui că îți pierzi încrederea, înseamnă că nu ai avut-o pe deplin niciodată. Încrederea nu se pierde în sine pentru că cineva sau cinva nu-ți dă încredere. Pierzi încrederea când nu mai ai nevoie să ai încredere. „Crede doar ceea ce-i face plăcere sufletului” - Dostoievski.

While listening to drum beats or trance, now is the time to release the dance.

Opinions are like drums; if you do not beat them, they wouldn’t sound. Let the world know your opinion on issues.

If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

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If you sponsor terrorism in any form, do not beat the drums blaming others and wasting national resources on your evil motives. Just stop, you only need to do that, not others.

Drum roll, please! *** And, there it is folks. What really motivates villagers: emeralds.

Male Name-Pictures JAMES (Jim)—a Slim Jim JOHN—a toilet (my apologies to anyone named John) ROBERT (Bob)—a buoy bobbing on the water’s surface MICHAEL (Mike)—a microphone WILLIAM (Bill)—a dollar bill DAVID—a statue RICHARD—I’m sure you can think of something for this one CHARLES—a river (I’m from Boston) JOSEPH (Joe)—a cup of coffee THOMAS (Tom)—a drum CHRISTOPHER (Chris)—an “X” (like a crisscross) DANIEL (Dan)—a lion (lion’s den) PAUL—a bouncing ball MARK—a bruise (as in, “That’s gonna leave a mark!”) DONALD—a duck GEORGE—a gorge KENNETH (Ken)—a hen STEVEN (Steve)—a stove EDWARD (Ed)—a bed BRIAN—a brain RONALD (Ron)—a man running ANTHONY (Tony)—a skeleton (Bony Tony) KEVIN—the number seven JASON—a man being chased (chasin’) MATTHEW (Matt)—a welcome mat Female Name-Pictures MARY—the Virgin Mary PATRICIA (Pat)—a baseball bat LINDA—beauty crown (linda means “pretty” in Spanish) BARBARA—barbed-wire fence ELIZABETH—an ax (Lizzie Borden) JENNIFER—a heart (Jennifer Love Hewitt) MARIA—a wedding dress (as in, “I’m gonna marry ya”) SUSAN—a pair of socks (Susan sounds like “shoes and . . .”) MARGARET (Peg)—a pirate’s peg leg DOROTHY (Dot)—Dots candy LISA—the Mona Lisa NANCY—pants KAREN—a carrot BETTY—a poker chip HELEN—a demon SANDRA (Sandy)—the beach DONNA—a duck (as in, Donald) CAROL—bells (“Carol of the Bells”) RUTH—a roof SHARON—a toddler throwing a fit because she doesn’t want to share MICHELLE—a missile LAURA—an “aura” SARAH—cheerleader’s pom-poms (rah-rah!) KIMBERLY—a very burly woman named Kim DEBORAH—a bra A great way to practice this technique is to jump on Facebook and just start browsing profiles. You’ll have an endless supply of names and faces from which to try creating name-pictures and associations.