|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
Feverish and excited, he tried in vain to sleep again; and after an
hour's tossing, rose and dressed, and started for a bathe on his
beloved old pebble ridge. As he passed his mother's door, he could
not help looking in. The dim light of morning showed him the bed;
but its pillow had not been pressed that night. His mother, in her
long white night-dress, was kneeling at the other end of the
chamber at her prie-dieu, absorbed in devotion. Gently he slipped
in without a word, and knelt down at her side. She turned, smiled,
passed her arm around him, and went on silently with her prayers.
Why not? They were for him, and he knew it, and prayed also; and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
her, and her power is then most irresistible when it seems going.
From under their half-closed lids the keen eyes looked down at her. Her
shoulders were bent; for a moment the little figure had forgotten its
queenly bearing, and drooped wearily; the wide, dark eyes watched the fire
It certainly was not in her power to resist him, nor any strength in her
that made his own at that moment grow soft as he looked at her.
He touched one little hand that rested on her knee.
"Poor little thing!" he said; "you are only a child."
She did not draw her hand away from his, and looked up at him.
"You are very tired?"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Alkahest by Honore de Balzac:
fruitless search for him through the town, whose gates, like those of
other fortified places, were closed at night, it was impossible to
send into the country, and the unhappy woman could only wait and
suffer till morning. Balthazar, who had forgotten the hour at which
the gates closed, would come tranquilly home next day, quite unmindful
of the tortures his absence had inflicted on his family; and the
happiness of getting him back proved as dangerous an excitement of
feeling to his wife as her fears of the preceding night. She kept
silence and dared not question him, for when she did so on the
occasion of his first absence, he answered with an air of surprise:--
"Well, what of it? Can I not take a walk?"