Her statement was a hope, not a truth in which they could believe.

Her poppet, her Sergius, was no chicken, with a dud arm that prompted hope of early retirement.

Her novels were romantic stories of the time and concentrated on women in the marriage market ; either beautiful and superficial, or unattractive with no hope of joining it, and the person telling the story and observing them is often an independent woman.

Her father throws Sedna overboard in the hope that this will appease the angry god.

Her apparent distant cousin ( and seducer ) Alec D ' Urberville proved to be a member of a nouveau-riche 19th-century family that had merely adopted the surname of Stoke-D ' Urberville in the hope of sounding more distinguished.

" Gerald Gillespie deemed the work " vigorous and capacious ," and said of Paglia, " Her passion for her subject matter [...] radiates as a beacon of hope for the survival of the Western heritage beyond the current Babylonian captivity of the American academy.

Upon discovering her tangled in a tree, Captain Tardivat greeted her remarking, " I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year ," to which she replied, " Don't give me that French shit .”" Her duties included allocating arms and equipment that were parachuted in and minding the group's finances.

Her courage and candor, and that of her family, were a great public service in bringing worldwide attention to a disease which we all hope will soon be cured.

Her parents forbade the relationship and sent Alexandra on a tour of Western Europe in the hope that she would forget Vladimir, but the pair remained committed to one another despite it all and married in 1893.

Her last line in the show was a spoof from Star Wars: " Help me Liz Lemon, You're my only hope !".

Her role in the TV series to try to talk Max out of an idea or desire he has and she would continue her will when Max asks for what he wants, ending with Max completely losing hope in getting his desire, however he would always find a way to outsmart Ruby and her friends.

Her take upon receiving a major offer for her boyfriend's novel ( which she claims as her own ) is as satisfying a close-up as anyone could hope to see.

Her attempt to revive Brad had no hope of succeeding, something she was aware of, but ignored.

Her father has all but given up hope for her, and the rest of the group is beginning to split up ; Britta and Harvey fly off to Ratmalana, and Monica runs away more often than before.

Her mother and Jing-Mei's father attempted to find Suyuan's daughters, and Jing-Mei's father assumed that Suyuan had given up hope.

Her rejection of him and her subsequent escape from Calormen lead the Prince to seek the secret approval of his father, the Tisroc, for his plan to attack Archenland, as a means of capturing Susan, and in the hope of conquering Narnia at a later date.

Her only hope is that one day her brother will return to avenge him.

Her only hope to be saved from death is the promise Mongryong made to return.

Her family continues to hope that her remains will be found and returned to them for a Christian burial.

Her infant son was also in perilous health following the delivery ; the adult Rousseau later wrote that " I came into the world with so few signs of life that little hope was entertained of preserving me ".

And what an idea you have of my honor !... Did you seriously think I could give myself to another man ?... I don ’ t go looking for anything .” Her feeling of honor is so overwhelming that even after she has killed her husband, she knows she has lost any hope of a child.

Her language is universal-serenity and excitement, hope and joy, disappointment and melancholy.

Her only hope was that one day, Byron would die and leave the company to Milo, leaving him free to run the company as he wished.

Her hope was to bond with the Phoenix and thus be able to destroy all existence.

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.