Steve Tem Quotes

If you love someone, they leave you. But if you don't love someone, they leave you, too. So your choice isn't between loving and losing but only between loving and not loving.

For most of my life I've been a listener. At least in the beginning, I think the reason I listened so intently was to have a chance of hearing the train before it ran over me.

For so long I have lived on the edge of an invisible world. Sometimes I feel like the scattered debris left over after the personality has fallen out of the sky.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn't translate through sports, or music, dancing, carpentry, plumbing. I was the bookish kid, more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

Some people, I believe, are paid for dreaming. But most, I think, are punished.

A life was a secret thing, even between a husband and wife. Your secret life was completely your own, and because it was unknown, would never be mourned. The secret life of each individual went unhonored through eternity.

We carry our fears with us wherever we go. We pack them neatly, holding them close because if we lost them, where would we be?

Paranoia is just having the right information.” —William S. Burroughs

Everything is dangerous. Even in your dreams. Even if you sleep without dreams. From the moment you jump out of bed and take that first breath. Something terrible might happen. Someone's bound to die before the story is over. You might even fall in love." -The Man On The Ceiling

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead.

Each morning we awaken to find that life is a bit less understandable. Each morning we awaken to the disappearance of the known. Each morning we awaken to discover that we have missed the last bus for the life to come.

Imagination transforms one substance into another. It changes what is into what might be, what was into what might have been. Straw becomes gold, gold straw, and neither is more real nor, I submit, more precious than the other. Pebbles turn into luminous pearls and pearls into little gray rocks, both solid and beautiful, both essential. Human beings take shape from clay, angels' wings are spun out of water, fire gives rise to the long tongues of demons, love emerges out of thin air, and the basic elements reconstitute themselves again and again." -The Man In The Ceiling

You can’t leave your fears behind,’ he’d say, ‘until first you live inside them. You have to live inside your house of fear.

Love the individual. Fear the group,

The strongest presence is so often an absence.

I would have imagined that to be unimaginable. Sometimes I still do.

I tried on the measured nobility of Milton’s epic verse. Gaining confidence, I added the romantic sensuality of a Byron matured by a Keatsish celebration of the language. Stirring all this, I seasoned the mixture with a dash of Yeats’s brilliant cynicism and a pinch of Pound’s obscure, scholastic arrogance. I chopped, diced, and added such ingredients as Eliot’s control of imagery, Dylan Thomas’s feel for place, Delmore Schwartz’s sense of doom, Steve Tem’s touch of horror, Salmud Brevy’s plea for innocence, Daton’s love of the convoluted rhyme scheme, Wu’s worship of the physical, and Edmond Ki Fererra’s radical playfulness. In the end, of course, I threw this entire mixture out and wrote the Cantos in a style all my own. — IF IT HAD not been for Unk the slumyard bully, I probably still would be on Heaven’s Gate, digging

Movies and books and all such products of the imagination are terrible things for most people because they make them believe that they can be other than what they actually are. Terrible and beautiful things. People sit and wait for the transformation, which never comes, as if they might arise from their chairs or depart the theater as other people entirely. Instead all that is left to them is to gather their addictions around them and to sing their onion songs.

The world is full of horror. Our imaginations struggle to keep up. It would be a poor life without imagining. I’m not sure we can have any salvation, in fact, without imagining.

Belief is a wonderful thing and a terrible thing. And a frightening thing – because you cannot see into another person’s head and know with any assurance what he or she truly believes.

But what I have seen among the world’s great religions has spoiled that illusion for me. They have convinced me that I will not be seeing any of my favorite people there, but simply more of those” – he gestured – “lifeless, judgmental types.

He would wake up crying, and wonder if there would come a time when the crying would stop, and he could not decide if that would be a good thing or not. And

Intense grief made you both a believer and a skeptic. You believed you would see her again, when you least expected it, coming around some corner, or the one face you recognized in an anonymous crowd. You would not permit yourself to believe that death was the end. You were skeptical that she could have died in the first place, for how could such a terrible thing have happened to you?

Instituições de prestígio como a Universidade de Harvard, a Carnegie Foundation e o Stanford Research Institute mostraram que apenas 15% das razões pelas quais uma pessoa tem sucesso em suas vidas pessoais e profissionais tem a ver com suas habilidades técnicas e conhecimento profissional, enquanto os outros 85% têm a ver com seus padrões de pensamento, seu nível de motivação e sua capacidade de entrar em ação.

Não espere, o momento perfeito nunca chegará. Comece de onde está e com as ferramentas que você tem nas mãos. Você encontrará ferramentas melhores pelo caminho” Napoleon Hill.

Obviously. It seems to be in the nature of adulthood that we venerate the past, grieve its obsolescence, and even live there in the mind far more than could possibly be healthy. Perhaps our sympathy is because we feel life slipping away. The very young, on the other hand, appear to worship every new thing.

Anthony Robbins, em seu livro "Desperte seu Gigante Interior", diz: "Toda fixação de objetivo deve ser seguida, imediatamente, pelo desenvolvimento de um plano, e por uma ação maciça e sistemática para sua realização. Você já possui o poder para agir. Se não tem sido capaz de acioná-lo, é apenas porque não fixou objetivos que o inspirassem".

You know sometimes I'm afraid this might be Hell," he says. "But I'm even more afraid it might be Heaven.

Por fim, pense nesta versão modernizada, em uma frase de Steve Jobs: “As pessoas acham que foco significa dizer ‘sim’ para a coisa em que você precisa focar. Mas isso nada tem a ver com foco. Foco significa dizer ‘não’ para as centenas de outras boas ideias que existem. Você precisa escolher com cuidado. Na verdade, sinto-me tão orgulhoso das coisas que não fizemos quanto das coisas que já fiz. Inovação é dizer ‘não’ para mil coisas”.

O fato de compreender os metaprogramas de outras pessoas nos permite construir o rapport e nos comunicarmos de forma mais efetiva com elas. Geralmente, as pessoas com padrões de linguagem semelhantes mostram padrões de comportamento semelhantes. Cada pessoa tem metaprogramas preferidos e, para que a comunicação seja eficaz, você deve usar as palavras e frases da forma apropriada para cada pessoa, ou, em outras palavras, deve dizer o que é certo, da forma correta e no momento correto.

You have to look at what scares you, Richard, if you don’t want it to control your life.

We shudder down all our days and nights, in hope of the one embrace that will take all this cold away.

No one wants to be incidental; we struggle against irrelevance. But our days are short; for most of us, there is not enough time for more than a too-hasty stroke of the brush.

If you do not face the wolf sometime, it’s likely to circle around behind you.

I am the destroyer! I am the darkness at the end of time!” the werewolf screamed. “I am the slow corrupter, the rapid pestilence, the universal disassembler, the final stop on the journey! I am the madness without explanation! Love me and I will slaughter you! I will pick through your brains with my tongue!

A Bíblia não nos diz como produzir programas de de rádio ou editar jornais, mas tem muito a dizer sobre prioridades. (p. 89)

We cannot see all that is at stake, because all is at stake.