|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton:
lady friend in Boston who's looking for a
companion...you're the very one to suit her, my
Charity had reached the door. "I don't want to stay. I
don't want to come back here," she stammered, her hand
on the knob; but with a swift movement, Dr. Merkle
edged her from the threshold.
"Oh, very well. Five dollars, please."
Charity looked helplessly at the doctor's tight lips
and rigid face. Her last savings had gone in repaying
Ally for the cost of Miss Balch's ruined blouse, and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac:
resigned as yet. Not far from the place which his countess had left,
sat another woman, also alone; but this one was ripe with years, with
feathers on her head, and beneath the folds of a cashmere shawl she
concealed the plaintive remains of tarnished elegance and long past
luxury. There was nothing imposing about this sight, nor did it
command respect, but the contrary. La Peyrade went up to the woman
without ceremony and addressed her.
"Madame," he said, "do you know that woman who has just gone away on
the arm of a gentleman?"
"Certainly, monsieur; I know nearly all the women who come here."
"And her name is?--"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon:
be worth living again. But it was. I found about me
so much of human need--so much ignorance and
helplessness--so much to pity and love, I forgot the
ache in my own heart in bringing joy to others.
"I had money enough. I gave up the ambitions of
greed and strife and set my soul to higher tasks. For
nine years I've devoted my leisure hours to the study
of Motherhood as the hope of a nobler humanity. But
for the great personal sorrow that came to me in the
death of my wife and baby I should never have realized
the truths I now see so clearly.