| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Two Brothers by Honore de Balzac: admiration.
"They are a proud pair!"
The exclamation came from Potel.
Just as the signal was given, Max caught sight of Fario's sinister
face looking at them through the hole which the Knights of Idleness
had made for the pigeons in the roof of the church. Those eyes, which
sent forth streams of fire, hatred, and revenge, dazzled Max for a
moment. The colonel went straight to his adversary, and put himself on
guard in a way that gained him an advantage. Experts in the art of
killing, know that, of two antagonists, the ablest takes the "inside
of the pavement,"--to use an expression which gives the reader a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: see who was getting the better of it. He made no attempt to separate
them. A thought came into his head and, snatching up the two male
stones, he ran with them, laughing, through the upper doorway, into
the open night air.
The door overlooked an abyss on another face of the mountain. A
narrow ledge, sprinkled with green snow, wound along the cliff to the
right; it was the only available path. He pitched the pebbles over
the edge of the chasm. Although hard and heavy in his hand, they
sank more like feathers than stones, and left a long trail of vapour
behind. While Maskull was still watching them disappear, Haunte came
rushing out of the cavern, followed by Corpang. He gripped Maskull's
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: (no, it was not so! something deeper than reason cried:), or long
since forgotten, if felt, by him?
The man whom she most esteemed came back to her. She knew the
ripeness and harmony of his intellect, the nobility of his
character, and the generosity of a feeling which would be satisfied
with only a partial return. She felt sure, also, that she should
never possess a sentiment nearer to love than that which pleaded
his cause in her heart. But her hand lay quiet in his, her pulses
were calm when he spoke, and his face, manly and true as it was,
never invaded her dreams. All questioning was vain; her heart gave
no solution of the riddle. Perhaps her own want was common to all
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