|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
that my husband's brother is dying and my husband is going to
him, and I go with my husband too...."
"Kitty! Don't get angry. But just think a little: this is a
matter of such importance that I can't bear to think that you
should bring in a feeling of weakness, of dislike to being left
alone. Come, you'll be dull alone, so go and stay at Moscow a
"There, you always ascribe base, vile motives to me," she said
with tears of wounded pride and fury. "I didn't mean, it wasn't
weakness, it wasn't ...I feel that it's my duty to be with my
husband when he's in trouble, but you try on purpose to hurt me,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:
stupid like the ox; and he will follow you about, smoking; the cigar, like a
little dog, your little dog, trotting at your back. He will not know he is
doing it, but he will be doing it just the same. Don't I know, Chris? Oh, I
have watched you, watched you, so often, and loved you for it, and loved you
again for it, because you were so delightfully and blindly unaware of what you
"I'm almost bursting with vanity from listening to you," he laughed, passing
his arm around her and drawing her against him.
"Yes," she whispered, "and in this very moment, when you are laughing at all
that I have said, you, the feel of you, your soul,--call it what you will, it
is you,--is calling for all the love that is in me."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton:
attack. Something in his attitude of conscious absorption told
her that he was aware of her presence: no one had ever been quite
so engrossed in an evening paper! She guessed that he was too shy
to come up to her, and that she would have to devise some means
of approach which should not appear to be an advance on her part.
It amused her to think that any one as rich as Mr. Percy Gryce
should be shy; but she was gifted with treasures of indulgence
for such idiosyncrasies, and besides, his timidity might serve
her purpose better than too much assurance. She had the art of
giving self-confidence to the embarrassed, but she was not
equally sure of being able to embarrass the self-confident.