Her pains were considered delusional and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia, despite experiencing neither sound nor vision hallucinations.

Her extraordinary talents and educational vision highlights her as an important pioneer in American social history.

Her ninth album, Gran City Pop ( 2009 ) had a fresh and original concept, and focused in vision, to reflect Paulina's life and musical experiences she had while traveling the world.

Her " qualities of painterly skill and vision [...] enabled her to give form to a Pacific mythos that was so carefully distilled in her imagination ".

Her vision progressed to include federal aid to education, free school lunches, unions for workers, the eight-hour work day, work relief for the poor, municipal sanitation and boards of health, national transportation, strong anti-rape laws, and protections against child abuse.

Her vision was to adapt GPS patch antennas to a national, digital, radio service, for which she claimed in her Petition for Rulemaking that there was a large, unmet public need.

Her father's idiosyncratic vision had included a commitment to unlimited procreation, which she strongly rejected ; criticism of childbearing would become a major theme in her work.

Her vision of a unified society includes a global " spirit of religion " different from traditional religious forms and including the concept of the Age of Aquarius.

Her vision was to create a third-party product certifier that could educate consumers and industry professionals about the importance of good indoor air quality and low-emitting products.

A number of the articles from the magazine have been collected and expanded into books, including some of Douglas and Nancy Wilson's books on family life — Reforming Marriage ( 1995 ), Fruit of Her Hands ( 1997 ), Standing on the Promises ( 1997 ), Federal Husband ( 1999 ), and others — and Douglas Wilson and Douglas Jones's volume on cultural vision, Angels in the Architecture ( 1998 ).

Her radical vision engenders a relevant social commentary that is involved with and questions the oppression of the every-day experience, full of mutilations and losses and feelings of safety and danger.

Her clairvoyant abilities are in evidence at two points during the musical: During the song " The Wizard and I ", Elphaba sings of how she has just experienced " a vision almost like a prophecy ", in which she foresees that one day, all of Oz will hold a celebration all to do with her.

Her seeing the house could be regarded as simply catching sight of it as it is carried by the cyclone, however the fact that Fiyero, who was with her at the time, could not see it seems to support the theory of its being a vision.

Her vision does not meet with universal approval:

Her consciousness has existed since the time of Lost Jerusalem as the maiden and close acquaintance of Mary Magdalene ; her brief vision of the distant past was not through KOS-MOS ' memory, but through her own.

Her vision of the web's future focused on how the basic information structure and hyperlinking mechanism introduced by HTTP would be used by a variety of devices and platforms.

Her vision is 20 / 200, and she is totally color blind.

Her strength, endurance, vision, and stamina were all heightened beyond levels attainable by humans.

Her studies demonstrated that early vision encodes features such as color, form, orientation, and others, in separate " feature maps " and that without spatial attention these features can bind randomly to form illusory conjunctions and deficits in selection.

Her fur provides near-invisibility when in the shadows, and she has excellent vision in dark conditions.

Her vision was eventually implemented years after she left office.

Her karma gets broken as well but subsequently returned, as seen through Big's vision.

This vision became a reality under Mayor Faustino G. Dy, III who saw through the introduction of House Bill No. 3163 to Congress resulting in the passage of Republic Act No. 9017 and which was signed by Her Excellency, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo on February 28, 2001.

Her vision was to begin a religious community, made up of women from all social strata, that would merge the ideals of saints Martha and Mary, dedicated both to prayer and to serving the needs of the poor.

Her vision has inspired other distinctive productions, including Rugrats, Aaahh !!!

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.