| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Phoenix and the Turtle by William Shakespeare: Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they lov'd, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and his queen;
But in them it were a wonder.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: saw the old life closing in on her, and hardly heeded
his fanciful picture of renewal.
"Charity--Charity--say you'll do it," she heard him
urge, all his lost years and wasted passion in his
voice.
"Oh, what's the use of all this? When I leave here it
won't be with you."
She moved toward the door as she spoke, and he stood up
and placed himself between her and the threshold. He
seemed suddenly tall and strong, as though the
extremity of his humiliation had given him new vigour.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: been presented to his cousin of the Scots-Dutch, a man that drank more
than I could have thought possible and was not otherwise of interest; I
had been entertained to many jovial dinners and given some myself, all
with no great change upon my sorrow; and we two (by which I mean Alan
and myself, and not at all the cousin) had discussed a good deal the
nature of my relations with James More and his daughter. I was
naturally diffident to give particulars; and this disposition was not
anyway lessened by the nature of Alan's commentary upon those I gave.
"I cannae make heed nor tail of it," he would say, "but it sticks in my
mind ye've made a gowk of yourself. There's few people that has had
more experience than Alan Breck: and I can never call to mind to have
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