|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis:
laying a forgiving hand upon his arm. "Don't be so stiff and
formal. Eat your egg before it gets cold and don't say another
work. Of course I know you're not REALLY going to be cross."
And she attacked her breakfast, giving him such a look that he
forthwith forgave himself and forgot that he had had anything to
forgive in her.
"There's going to be a frightful racket around here today," he
said presently. "Maybe you'd like to get away from it for a
while. How'd you like to go for a row?"
"I'd love it!" she said.
"George will be glad to take you, I'm sure."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
silent tears flowed down both her cheeks; but she tried to smile,
so as not to wound him.
To decline the flattering and dangerous appointment at Tashkend
would have been, Vronsky had till then considered, disgraceful
and impossible. But now, without an instant's consideration, he
declined it, and observing dissatisfaction in the most exalted
quarters at this step, he immediately retired from the army.
A month later Alexey Alexandrovitch was left alone with his son
in his house at Petersburg, while Anna and Vronsky had gone
abroad, not having obtained a divorce, but having absolutely
declined all idea of one.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy:
"I trust you absolutely, dear lady, but St. Just's life is
forfeit to his country. . .it rests with you to redeem it."
"I may be powerless to help you," she pleaded, "were I ever so
"That would be terrible indeed," he said quietly, "for
you. . .and for St. Just."
Marguerite shuddered. She felt that from this man she could
expect no mercy. All-powerful, he held the beloved life in the hollow
of his hand. She knew him too well not to know that, if he failed in
gaining his own ends, he would be pitiless.
She felt cold in spite of the oppressive air of opera-house.
The Scarlet Pimpernel