| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: Bottom.
My dear child, the only answer I dare give to that is: Whatever
other purposes she may have made it for, she made it at least for
this--that you and I should come to it this day, and look at, and
talk over it, and become thereby wiser and more earnest, and we
will hope more humble and better people. Whatever else Lady Why
may wish or not wish, this she wishes always, to make all men wise
and all men good. For what is written of her whom, as in a
parable, I have called Lady Why?
"The Lord possessed me in the beginning of His way, before His
works of old.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: quietly and gently bring the bit to bear upon him, coaxing him rather
than compelling him to calm down. It is the long steady course rather
than the frequent turn which tends to calm a horse.[3] A quiet pace
sustained for a long time has a caressing,[4] soothing effect, the
reverse of exciting. If any one proposes by a series of fast and oft-
repeated gallops to produce a sense of weariness in the horse, and so
to tame him, his expectation will not be justified by the result; for
under such circumstances a spirited horse will do his best to carry
the day by main force,[5] and with a show of temper, like a passionate
man, may contrive to bring on himself and his rider irreparable
mischief.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: full-sized florists by telephone."
It was the most amazing transformation. At each corner a pole had
been erected, and wires crossed the roof diagonally, hung with
red and amber bulbs. Around the chimneys had been massed
evergreen trees in tubs, hiding their brick-and-mortar ugliness,
and among the trees tiny lights were strung. Along the parapet
were rows of geometrical boxwood plants in bright red crocks, and
the flaps of a crimson and white tent had been thrown open,
showing lights within, and rugs, wicker chairs, and cushions.
Max raised a glass of benedictine and posed for a moment,
melodramatically.
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