Her chief center of worship was at Paphos, where the goddess of desire had been worshipped from the early Iron Age in the form of Ishtar and Astarte.

Her desire to moderate the religious persecutions of previous Tudor reigns — the persecution of Catholics under Edward VI, and of Protestants under Mary I — appears to have had a moderating effect on English society.

Her desire for power began at the age of eighteen when her lover abandoned her.

Her husband shows his desire for her violently leaving marks on her body.

Her desire and ability to sing came early ; at age seven she was offered her first recording contract, which her father turned down.

Her hand was sought by many suitors, including the dukes of Savoy and Braganza, but at nineteen, by her own ardent desire, she was married to d ' Ávalos on the island of Ischia.

Her acute desire to recover her health led her to seek healing in the various systems fashionable of the period.

Her deepest desire is to be an Earth girl so she can be with Shinichi.

Her Majesty's Government have arrived, it is my duty to impress upon you that in supplying these reinforcements it is the desire of Her Majesty's Government not to furnish means for a campaign of invasion and conquest, but to afford such protection as may be necessary at this juncture to the lives and property of the colonists.

Her lawyers contested the validity of the changes and unsuccessfully fought for her stated desire to be President of the Foundation as of January 2006, when she turned 21.

Her flying skill, desire for publicity and photogenic qualities made her a star of Nazi party propaganda.

Her character is killed by Gul Dukat during the sixth season finale ( due to Terry Farrell's desire to pursue a role on the upcoming TV Show Becker with Ted Danson ).

Her love of party-throwing comes from a desire to bring people together and create happy moments.

" Miss Hurston seems to have no desire whatsoever to move in the direction of serious fiction … can write ; but her prose is cloaked in that facile sensuality that has dogged Negro expression since the days of Phyllis Wheatley … Her characters eat and laugh and cry and work and kill ; they swing like a pendulum eternally in that safe and narrow orbit in which America likes to see the Negro live: between laughter and tears.

Her desire to steal C-ko's affection away from A-ko develops into an obsession.

Her practical experience and desire to help others is now backed by her continuing studies towards a Health Science degree at the Australian College of Natural Medicine.

Her ultimate fate is not revealed ; although both Archer and Hoshi Sato express a desire to have her executed following her interrogation, the Defiant immediately enters battle and this does not occur on screen.

Her desire to be the unchallenged grande dame of New York society was as much about preserving the heritage and traditions of her native New York, a conflict dramatized by Edith Wharton in The Age of Innocence, as it was about excluding those whom she deemed inferior.

Her idea of justice has been conflated by her desire for personal vengeance.

Her desire is romantic, but simultaneously monstrous.

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 most famous piece is " Miss Sophia's Diary " ( 莎菲女士的日記 Pinyin: Shāfēi Nǚshì de rìjì ), a seminal work in the development of a voice for women's sexuality and sexual desire.

Her husband survived her by four years, and was buried beside her ; in his will Richard requests to be buried " near to the tomb of Eleanor de Lancaster, my wife ; and I desire that my tomb be no higher than hers, that no men at arms, horses, hearse, or other pomp, be used at my funeral, but only five torches ... as was about the corpse of my wife, be allowed.

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.