| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: as their own. Amy had been dabbling her hand in the water
during the little pause that fell between them, and when she looked
up, Laurie was leaning on his oars with an expression in his eyes
that made her say hastily, merely for the sake of saying something . .
"You must be tired. Rest a little, and let me row. It will do me good,
for since you came I have been altogether lazy and luxurious."
"I'm not tired, but you may take an oar, if you like. There's
room enough, though I have to sit nearly in the middle, else the
boat won't trim," returned Laurie, as if he rather liked the arrangment.
Feeling that she had not mended matters much, Amy took the
offered third of a seat, shook her hair over her face, and accepted
Little Women |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: said, 'Ah, ah! God extends provision to whom He pleases of His
servants, or He doles it out; had not God been gracious to us, the
earth would have cleft open with us! Ah, ah! the unbelievers shall not
prosper!
That is the future abode; we make it for those who do not wish to be
haughty in the earth, nor to do evil, and the end is for the pious.
He who brings a good deed shall have better than it; and he who
brings an evil deed-those who do evil deeds shall only be rewarded for
that which they have done. Verily, He who hath ordained the Koran
for thee will restore thee to thy returning place. Say, 'My Lord knows
best who brings guidance, and who is in obvious error; nor couldst
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.
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