|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy:
on the boy's head and prayed.
The mother left with her son, and a month later the boy
recovered, and the fame of the holy healing power of the starets
Sergius (as they now called him) spread throughout the whole
district. After that, not a week passed without sick people
coming, riding or on foot, to Father Sergius; and having acceded
to one petition he could not refuse others, and he laid his hands
on many and prayed. Many recovered, and his fame spread more and
So seven years passed in the Monastery and thirteen in his
hermit's cell. He now had the appearance of an old man: his
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James:
companion to see the other and always so much the better one, which
in the eastward direction formed one of the corners, - the "jolly"
one precisely, of the street now so generally dishonoured and
disfigured in its westward reaches, and of the comparatively
conservative Avenue. The Avenue still had pretensions, as Miss
Staverton said, to decency; the old people had mostly gone, the old
names were unknown, and here and there an old association seemed to
stray, all vaguely, like some very aged person, out too late, whom
you might meet and feel the impulse to watch or follow, in
kindness, for safe restoration to shelter.
They went in together, our friends; he admitted himself with his
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe:
retires, follow him; I will detain Egmont here as though I had some further
communication to make to him. At the end of the gallery demand Orange's
sword, summon the guards, secure promptly the most dangerous man; I
meanwhile will seize Egmont here.
Ferdinand. I obey, my father--for the first time with a heavy and an
Alva. I pardon you; this is the first great day of your life.
Silva. A courier from Antwerp. Here is Orange's letter. He does not come.
Alva. Says the messenger so?
Silva. No, my own heart tells me.