Her mouth, soft and full, was something for any man to dream about.

In her analysis, Emma Eckstein ' supplied Freud with the material that would allow him to theorize hysteric symptomology ... taught Freud about " the no-man's land between fantasy and memory, resonating with sadistic acts and fantasies of a former historical epoch "' Her ' eager collaboration in her analysis gave Freud much precious material ... contributed substantial changes and fundamental new elements to his theories: the wish theory of psychosis and dream ; the transferential reconstruction of her early pleasures ... fantastic scenes from her inner life '.

Her dream is to be a mother and dedicated housewife and often fantasizes about the possibilities, which often leads to arguments with Mafalda.

Her dream goal was the Grand Ole Opry, something she would realize in her early 30s.

Her mother's theory that a wife must support her husband in his career comes into play when the author marries a friend of her brother (" Bob ") who soon admits that his dream is to leave his current office job and start a chicken ranch.

Her dream was to sell the Vermeer to escape her dreary life with the capital to rebuild her beloved teashop, " the essence of gentility ", lost during the war to food shortages.

Her job is to limit the gods and spirit's mortal desires such as love / affection, greed, dream, and etc.

Her childhood dream was to become an actress, her “ name in lights, flowers, handsome men ".

Her vessel was named after her home city and the university which contributed over £ 40, 000 and inestimable expertise to make it possible for Clayton to realise her dream.

Her dream was to taste the legendary Fourth Flavor of ice-cream, which she accomplished in " Operation F. L. A. V. O. R .".

Her narration concerns Project Alchera, an international conspiracy by the Japan-based toy manufacturer WATIcorp, that aims to introduce a potentially-destructive lucid dream technology (" dreamer console ") to the market.

Her last appearance was The Substitute where she corrupted dream bottles with Argoribbles.

Her childhood dream was to grow up to be a ballerina ; she began lessons at age 3 and auditioned for the School of American Ballet at age 8, but was rejected.

Members of Sophia's family who have appeared on the program include: Her sister, Angela ( Nancy Walker ); her brother, Angelo and her father ( both roles were played by Bill Dana ); her daughter, Gloria ; her husband, Sal ( in flashbacks and in dream sequences ); and Sophia's own mother, Eleanor ( Bea Arthur in a dual role who also didn't have a Sicilian accent ), who also appeared exclusively in flashbacks ; and even Dorothy at a younger age ( played by Lyn Greene ).

Her fatness also explains Ross's hastened eating and Monica tells Rachel that Ross had a therapist due to a recurring bad dream about Monica eating him.

Lemon, a 40-something single woman whose relationships never seem to work out, has unrealistically high expectations of what she is looking for in a man: Her dream husband is the archetypal " Astronaut Mike Dexter ", and for much of the series her character is holding out on settling on a man until she can score an astronaut.

Her dream in life was always to be a mother, and thus she is the most enthusiastic about taking care of Kiyoko, the baby she finds and names.

Her childhood dream was to become a flight attendant, but at the age of 16, she was discovered on the street by a fashion editor.

Her greatest dream is to become the best courier driver and outdo Bean himself.

Her dream of being published is also finally achieved after she writes a series of short stories based on Avonlea inspired by a suggestion from Gilbert.

Her mother wished for Acuña to become a ballerina, but that was never Acuña's dream.

Her dream seems to pay off though, when the knights again gather with King Arthur and Merlin to discuss the era of peace among the kingdom when a gryphon flies in, attacks and wounds Arthur and takes the sword Excalibur.

Her full name means " grace born of a dream " in Balinese.

Her lifelong dream of becoming a country music singer came true when, in 2006, she recorded her debut album, Beverley Mitchell with record producer D. Scott Miller in Nashville, TN.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.