| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous by Oscar Wilde: you in hyacinth and put honey in your mouth. Love -
HONORIUS. There is no love but the love of God.
MYRRHINA. Who is He whose love is greater than that of mortal men?
HONORIUS. It is He whom thou seest on the cross, Myrrhina. He is
the Son of God and was born of a virgin. Three wise men who were
kings brought Him offerings, and the shepherds who were lying on the
hills were wakened by a great light.
The Sibyls knew of His coming. The groves and the oracles spake of
Him. David and the prophets announced Him. There is no love like
the love of God nor any love that can be compared to it.
The body is vile, Myrrhina. God will raise thee up with a new body
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: "How so?"
"Because they failed."
"Your honor gave me two of these Frenchmen when they were
only guilty of fighting for Charles I. Now that they are
guilty of a conspiracy against England will your honor give
me all four of them?"
"Take them," said Cromwell.
Mordaunt bowed with a smile of triumphant ferocity.
"Did the people shout at all?" Cromwell asked.
"Very little, except `Long live Cromwell!'"
"Where were you placed?"
Twenty Years After |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: saying or looking or hinting that I've changed. Just because I've got to
know really congenial people, and go about more, and am frightfully keen
on--on everything, you behave as though I'd--" Isabel tossed back her hair
and laughed--"killed our love or something. It's so awfully absurd"--she
bit her lip--"and it's so maddening, William. Even this new house and the
servants you grudge me."
"Isabel!"
"Yes, yes, it's true in a way," said Isabel quickly. "You think they are
another bad sign. Oh, I know you do. I feel it," she said softly, "every
time you come up the stairs. But we couldn't have gone on living in that
other poky little hole, William. Be practical, at least! Why, there
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