|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy:
from others in the way of favor or condescension, and perhaps on
that very account scrutinize those others' behavior too closely.
He was not versatile, but one in whom a hope or belief which had
once had its rise, meridian, and decline seldom again exactly
recurred, as in the breasts of more sanguine mortals. He had once
worshipped her, laid out his life to suit her, wooed her, and lost
her. Though it was with almost the same zest, it was with not
quite the same hope, that he had begun to tread the old tracks
again, and allowed himself to be so charmed with her that day.
Move another step towards her he would not. He would even repulse
her--as a tribute to conscience. It would be sheer sin to let her
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine:
on her till the gentle, cool abstraction she affected was
disturbed and her perplexed lashes rose to reproach the intensity
of his gaze.
She was of those women who have the heavenborn faculty of making
home of such fortuitous elements as are to their hands. Except
her piano and such knickknacks as she had brought in a single
trunk she had had to depend upon the resources of the
establishment to which she had come, but it is wonderful how much
can be done with some Navajo rugs, a bearskin, a few bits of
Indian pottery and woven baskets and a judicious arrangement of
scenic photographs. In a few days she would have her pictures
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde:
if my name wasn't Ernest?
GWENDOLEN. But your name is Ernest.
JACK. Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do
you mean to say you couldn't love me then?
GWENDOLEN. [Glibly.] Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical
speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very
little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we
JACK. Personally, darling, to speak quite candidly, I don't much
care about the name of Ernest . . . I don't think the name suits me