|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.
My forefathers gave me
My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.
But it was my lovers,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift:
become as fond of their wives, during the time of their
pregnancy, as they are now of their mares in foal, their cows in
calf, or sow when they are ready to farrow; nor offer to beat or
kick them (as is too frequent a practice) for fear of a
Many other advantages might be enumerated. For instance, the
addition of some thousand carcasses in our exportation of
barrel'd beef: the propagation of swine's flesh, and improvement
in the art of making good bacon, so much wanted among us by the
great destruction of pigs, too frequent at our tables; which are
no way comparable in taste or magnificence to a well grown, fat
A Modest Proposal
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
"I don't think I can believe it, when you say you are 'no good,'" she replied.
"Nell," he cried, and suddenly grasped her hand.
She wrenched herself free, and leaped away from him. Her face was bright now,
and the promise of smiles was made good.
"Behave yourself, sir." She tossed her head with a familiar backward motion to
throw the chestnut hair from her face, and looked at him with eyes veiled
slightly under their lashes. "You will go with Kate and me?"
Before he could answer, a cry from some one on the plain below attracted their
attention. They turned and saw another wagon-train pulling into the
settlement. The children were shooting and running alongside the weary oxen;
The Spirit of the Border