|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
hammer out in the cornfields yonder, yet it scarcely touched her,
and his hand trembled as it had done in the dance. His face was
level with hers now and the moonlight fell sharply upon it. All
her life she had searched the faces of men for the look that lay in
his eyes. She knew that that look had never shone for her before,
would never shine for her on earth again, that such love comes to
one only in dreams or in impossible places like this, unattainable
always. This was Love's self, in a moment it would die. Stung by
the agonized appeal that emanated from the man's whole being, she
leaned forward and laid her lips on his. Once, twice and again she
heard the deep respirations rattle in his throat while she held
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare:
I will not stay here not two hours longer.
As good luck serves, my accounts are all made even;
Therefore I'll straight unto the treasurer.
Bagot, I know you'll to the governour;
Commend me to him, say I am bound to travail,
To see the fruitful parts of Italy,
And as you ever bore a Christian mind,
Let Banister some favour of you find.
For your sake, sir, I'll help him all I can--
[Aside.] To starve his heart out ere he get a groat.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson:
think such reading may be abused, and that a great deal of life is
better spent in reading of a light and yet chivalrous strain.
Thus, no Waverley novel approaches in power, blackness, bitterness,
and moral elevation to the diary and Lockhart's narrative of the
end; and yet the Waverley novels are better reading for every day
than the Life. You may take a tonic daily, but not phlebotomy.
The great double danger of taking life too easily, and taking it
too hard, how difficult it is to balance that! But we are all too
little inclined to faith; we are all, in our serious moments, too
much inclined to forget that all are sinners, and fall justly by
their faults, and therefore that we have no more to do with that