|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen:
Her tenderness for her friend seemed rather the first feeling
of her heart; but that at such a moment was allowable;
and once she gave her lover a flat contradiction, and once
she drew back her hand; but Catherine remembered Henry's
instructions, and placed it all to judicious affection.
The embraces, tears, and promises of the parting fair
ones may be fancied.
Mr. and Mrs. Allen were sorry to lose their young friend,
whose good humour and cheerfulness had made her a
valuable companion, and in the promotion of whose enjoyment
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain:
about it, not being very much used to steamboats.
"Well, to cut the tale short, we never left there till
plumb noon; and long before that I was hid in this stateroom;
for before breakfast I see a man coming, away off, that had
a gait like Hal Clayton's, and it made me just sick.
I says to myself, if he finds out I'm aboard this boat,
he's got me like a rat in a trap. All he's got to do is
to have me watched, and wait--wait till I slip ashore,
thinking he is a thousand miles away, then slip after
me and dog me to a good place and make me give up
the di'monds, and then he'll--oh, I know what he'll
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
She nodded. "You may if you want to!"
In that moment together in the passage a miracle had happened. Her room
was quite changed--it was full of sweet light and the scent of hyacinth
flowers. Even the furniture appeared different--exciting. Quick as a
flash she remembered childish parties when they had played charades, and
one side had left the room and come in again to act a word--just what she
was doing now. The strange man went over to the stove and sat down in her
arm-chair. She did not want him to talk or come near her--it was enough to
see him in the room, so secure and happy. How hungry she had been for the
nearness of someone like that--who knew nothing at all about her--and made
no demands--but just lived. Viola ran over to the table and put her arms