|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
die, and my death is near. I cannot tell if we shall meet again
when in your turn you have lain as I lie now, or if we shape our
course for different stars. If so, farewell for ever.'
Then I leant down and kissed him on the forehead, and as I did so I
wept, for not till this hour did I learn how truly I had come to
love him, so truly that it seemed to me as though my father lay
'Weep not,' he said, 'for all our life is but a parting. Once I
had a son like you, and ours was the bitterest of farewells. Now I
go to seek for him again who could not come back to me, so weep not
because I die. Good-bye, Thomas Wingfield. May God prosper and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
a blessing to us, God alone can tell: but she may turn to the
greatest curse which has befallen us ever since we came out over
Bar three years ago. Promise me one thing, or I put her ashore the
next beach, and that is, that you will treat her as if she were
your own sister; and make an agreement here and now, that if the
maid comes to harm among us, the man that is guilty shall hang for
it by the neck till he's dead, even though he be I, Captain Leigh,
who speak to you. I'll hang you, as I am a Christian; and I give
you free leave to hang me."
"A very fair bargain," quoth Cary, "and I for one will see it kept
to. Lads, we'll twine a double strong halter for the captain as we
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner:
The evening came; when I arrived and went to the waiting-room, to take off
my mantle, I found the girl there already. She was dressed in pure white,
with her great white arms and shoulders showing, and her bright hair
glittering in the candle-light, and the white rose fastened at her breast.
She looked like a queen. I said "Good-evening," and turned away quickly to
the glass to arrange my old black scarf across my old black dress.
Then I felt a hand touch my hair.
"Stand still," she said.
I looked in the glass. She had taken the white rose from her breast, and
was fastening it in my hair.
"How nice dark hair is; it sets off flowers so." She stepped back and