|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
and toss up his tail and gallop away at full speed, then round and back again
with a snort to his companions -- I say it is hard never to have
a bit more liberty to do as you like. Sometimes, when I have had
less exercise than usual, I have felt so full of life and spring
that when John has taken me out to exercise I really could not keep quiet;
do what I would, it seemed as if I must jump, or dance, or prance,
and many a good shake I know I must have given him, especially at the first;
but he was always good and patient.
"Steady, steady, my boy," he would say; "wait a bit,
and we will have a good swing, and soon get the tickle out of your feet."
Then as soon as we were out of the village, he would give me a few miles
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac:
lavishes them upon us. It is this wonderful response of one nature to
another, this religious belief, this certainty of finding peculiar or
excessive happiness in the presence of one we love, that accounts in
part for perdurable attachments and long-lived passion. If a woman
possesses the genius of her sex, love never comes to be a matter of
use and wont. She brings all her heart and brain to love, clothes her
tenderness in forms so varied, there is such art in her most natural
moments, or so much nature in her art, that in absence her memory is
almost as potent as her presence. All other women are as shadows
compared with her. Not until we have lost or known the dread of losing
a love so vast and glorious, do we prize it at its just worth. And if
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis:
made ready to leave the room.
"If the pain returns, here is the powder of morphia,
mixed, within madame's reach," she said.
Frances came close to the door.
"And if it continues?" asked Lisa.
"Let monsieur call me. I would not trust him to measure
a powder," Colette said, laughing. "It is too dangerous.
He is not used to it--like me."
Mrs. Waldeaux saw her lay a paper package on a shelf.
"I will pray that the pain will not return," the girl
said. "But if it does, let monsieur knock at my door.