| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible: Father.
JOH 4:22 Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for
salvation is of the Jews.
JOH 4:23 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers
shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh
such to worship him.
JOH 4:24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in
spirit and in truth.
JOH 4:25 The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is
called Christ: when he is come, he will tell us all things.
JOH 4:26 Jesus saith unto her, I that speak unto thee am he.
King James Bible |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: with vehemence. You are passionate. I expected a scene of some
kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them
to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them,
or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at
all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I
suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?"
"Well, Jane! not a word of reproach? Nothing bitter--nothing
poignant? Nothing to cut a feeling or sting a passion? You sit
quietly where I have placed you, and regard me with a weary, passive
look."
"Jane, I never meant to wound you thus. If the man who had but one
Jane Eyre |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "Oh, do you like Europe?" she exclaimed surprisingly. "I just got back
from Monte Carlo."
"Really."
"Just last year. I went over there with another girl." "Stay long?"
"No, we just went to Monte Carlo and back. We went by way of Marseilles.
We had over twelve hundred dollars when we started, but we got gypped
out of it all in two days in the private rooms. We had an awful time
getting back, I can tell you. God, how I hated that town!"
The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue
honey of the Mediterranean--then the shrill voice of Mrs. McKee called me
back into the room.
The Great Gatsby |
