|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
the third day it was the same thing, and the doctors said there
was hope. That day Alexey Alexandrovitch went into the boudoir
where Vronsky was sitting, and closing the door sat down opposite
"Alexey Alexandrovitch," said Vronsky, feeling that a statement
of the position was coming, "I can't speak, I can't understand.
Spare me! However hard it is for you, believe me, it is more
terrible for me."
He would have risen; but Alexey Alexandrovitch took him by the
hand and said:
"I beg you to hear me out; it is necessary. I must explain my
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister:
"She was," said I. But talk came to an end here. A dusty crew,
most evidently from the plains, now entered and drifted to a
table; and each man of them gave the Virginian about a quarter of
a slouchy nod. His greeting to them was very serene. Only,
Kenilworth went back into his pocket, and he breakfasted in
silence. Among those who had greeted him I now recognized a face.
"Why, that's the man you played cards with at Medicine Bow!" I
"Yes. Trampas. He's got a job at the ranch now." The Virginian
said no more, but went on with his breakfast.
His appearance was changed. Aged I would scarcely say, for this
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu:
And along with this wisdom, as of age or of the age of a race,
there was what I can hardly call less than an agony of sensation.
Pain or pleasure transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the imagined frown of
a friend. It was never found in those things which to others
seemed things of importance. At the age of twelve she passed the
Matriculation of the Madras University, and awoke to find herself
famous throughout India. "Honestly," she said to me, "I was not
pleased; such things did not appeal to me." But here, in a
letter from Hyderabad, bidding one "share a March morning" with