|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
could have been made only by an equipage of that character. The
heavy trucks which passed these roads occasionally had much wider
wheels. But Amster was to find still more to astonish him.
In one corner near the cross-roads stood a solitary lamp-post. The
light of the lamp fell sharply on the snow, on the wagon tracks,
and - on something else besides.
Amster halted, bent down to look at it, and shook his head as if in
A number of small pieces of glass gleamed up at him and between
them, like tiny roses, red drops of blood shone on the white snow.
All this was a few steps to one side of the wagon tracks.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott:
better friend, even than Father, to comfort and sustain me. My
child, the troubles and temptations of your life are beginning
and may be many, but you can overcome and outlive them all if
you learn to feel the strength and tenderness of your Heavenly
Father as you do that of your earthly one. The more you love
and trust Him, and the less you will depend on human power and
wisdom. His love and care never tire or change, can never be
taken from you, but my become the source of lifelong peace,
happiness, and strength. Believe this heartily, and go to God
with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as
freely and confidingly as you come to your mother."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac:
actress, for I doubt whether true love can give such gracious delights
as those lavished by such a dexterous fraud. Such refined hypocrisy is
as good as virtue.--I am not speaking to you Englishwomen, my lady,"
said the Minister, suavely, addressing Lady Barimore, Lord Dudley's
daughter. "I tried to be the same lover.
"I wished to have some of my hair worked up for my new angel, and I
went to a skilled artist who at that time dwelt in the Rue Boucher.
The man had a monopoly of capillary keepsakes, and I mention his
address for the benefit of those who have not much hair; he has plenty
of every kind and every color. After I had explained my order, he
showed me his work. I then saw achievements of patience surpassing