| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: Has rest for thee, my weary brow?
There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.
The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear--
So longed for--as the hearth of home?
The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: a rugged notched range. Presently a silver circle rose behind the
black mountain, and the gloom of the desert underwent a transformation.
From a gray mantle it changed to a transparent haze. The moon
was rising.
"Senor I am cold," said Mercedes.
Dick had been carrying his coat upon his arm. He had felt warm,
even hot, and had imagined that the steady walk had occasioned
it. But his skin was cool. The heat came from an inward burning.
He stopped the horse and raised the coat up, and helped Mercedes
put it on.
"I should have thought of you," he said. "But I seemed to feel
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: herself out for me," I said with a forced smile.
"She has very good reason not to. You have done what you were
bound to do. You have been more reasonable than she, for she was
really in love with you; she did nothing but talk of you. I don't
know what she would not have been capable of doing."
"Why hasn't she answered me, if she was in love with me?"
"Because she realizes she was mistaken in letting herself love
you. Women sometimes allow you to be unfaithful to their love;
they never allow you to wound their self-esteem; and one always
wounds the self-esteem of a woman when, two days after one has
become her lover, one leaves her, no matter for what reason. I
Camille |
