`` She doesn't want you now.

Woman in the Court – In her house happens the first judgment of K. She claims help from K. because she doesn't want to be abused by the magistrates.

Concerning her retirement, he spoke, " She doesn't like the new film grammar, the method of presentation of the material ; she says there's no heart in it anymore, that people no longer take human love seriously.

She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you.

She describes herself as a " relative pacifist ", meaning that she doesn't support unilateral disarmament.

She doesn't seem to have strong opinions of her own and is kind of the third wheel of her group.

" She further noted that " a lot of the time the creationists ... they'll search through scientific journals and try to pull out something they think demonstrates evolution doesn't work and there is a kind of interesting rationale behind it.

She asks if Meursault loves her but Meursault replies that he doesn't think so.

She doesn't rise to being heckled at all ; she just pretends it must be an oversight on the part of the people doing it.

She is described as a snob who doesn't care about second class people, only respecting the people of her class.

She doesn't talk to anyone.

Alice interpreted the look as a flirtation and left the room, prompting Gertrude to follow, and when Gertrude returned, she said, " doesn't want to come lunch .... She feels the heat today.

" She generously takes them in, and doesn't betray them to a passing German army patrol.

She is refused food and clothing because nothing – according to Petruchio – is good enough for her ; he claims perfectly cooked meat is overcooked, a beautiful dress doesn't fit right, and a stylish hat is not fashionable.

She dreams of going to Paris, but doesn't get there.

" She believes they both used fake names and she doesn't know how to get in touch with him or even what he looks like.

She faces ridicule as the lady tells her to drink and wash at a spring that doesn't exist, but digs a hole in the ground and uses the wet sand and mud.

Rolling Stone gave the album three out of five stars, but noted " Love was an absolute monster vocalist in the nineties, the greatest era ever for rock singers ... She doesn't have that power in her lungs anymore – barely a trace.

She doesn't know that her nephew is Spider-Man and when asked by the reporter Ned Leeds if he is Spider-Man she thought she was being punked.

She doesn't believe this until she notices her bag is not beside the bench anymore.

She also pointed out that it almost doesn't depend on the acoustic guitar used.

She mentions that if she wants to visit les Invalides, she doesn't need an invitation: she has her own set of keys.

She also has a lawyer, though it appears he is mostly used to threaten the staff if she doesn't get what she wants.

She doesn't see why she should have to answer to him above anyone else ; finding himself self-important.

She also tends to be meek, while Laverne is more outspoken and athletic ; this doesn't mean that Shirley is a wimp or a pushover, as she is quite capable of standing up for herself when necessary — she just isn't quite as aggressive about it as her friend.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She looked more like twenty-five or six.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.

She held Jonathan's letter, his words burning like a brand, and knew suddenly that the bonds between them were severed.

She didn't like to travel.

She grasped the chair arms and brought her thin body upright, like a bird alert for flight.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She is more like her full brother, Taraday Hanover, but larger.

She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.

She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.

She was a large woman with a frizzled gray poodle cut and a pencil clamped like a bit between her teeth while she hunted and pecked on an old typewriter.

She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.

She sounded so exactly like Doaty that Henrietta obeyed her under the clear impression that she could either comply or stay home.

She felt like a fool, too.

She looked out at the corn field, the great green deep acres of it rolled out like the sea in the field beyond the whitewashed fence bordering the grounds.

She might like to take him to St. Peter's.