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 hesitated, as though hunting over words and ways of putting them.

She says later, but still within the opening five minutes, `` I keep thinking of a divorce but that's another emotional death ''.

She knew that I lived at a good address on the Gold Coast, that I had once been a medical student and was thinking of returning to the university to finish my medical studies.

She stood for a moment, rain dripping from the trees over her head, thinking of Maude.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

She was thinking of Paul a few weeks ago, in the Easter holidays, with her at one of those awful Friday Evening Dancing Class parties her mother had made her attend.

She knew what people were thinking ; ;

* " She went to bed thinking more about another person than about herself.

She remarried, thinking he had died in Vietnam, whereas he was MIA and held for years in a POW camp.

She proclaims her new intention of being nothing more than his wife and thinking only of his domestic needs, but he believes it is an insincere tactic to win him back.

She becomes pregnant with a divine son ; however none of her family believe her, thinking the illicit pregnancy of the more usual sort.

She, thinking he was a lion, carried his head on a stick back to Thebes, only realizing what had happened after meeting Cadmus.

She was at first overjoyed, thinking he had returned from Troy, but after the gods returned him to the underworld, she found the loss unbearable.

She wrote ironic, subtly allegorical fiction about deceptively backward Southern characters, usually fundamentalist Protestants, who undergo transformations of character that to O ' Connor's thinking brought them closer to the Catholic mind.

She drank so much of it — thinking it to be blood — that she became drunk and returned to her former gentle self as Hathor.

She was later diagnosed with " psychosis due to epilepsy ", a condition apart from the seizures that is known to cause disordered thinking, delusional ideation, paranoia, and aggressive behavior.

She has a habit of pacing across the room while thinking.

She, thinking that he is the suitor Sophia is trying to avoid, dissembles, and Tom leaves the house but stands watch nearby.

She begins thinking that the world did not deserve her sincerity and intellect, because the people around her did not measure up to her standards.

She wrote to her sister Dorothy that she was thinking of staying and finishing high school and then going to college, but she missed her family.

She says that the work required incredible feats of stamina, focus, memory, quick thinking, and fast learning.

She had been thinking about a story set during the time of Oscar Wilde for the next novel, but decided to abandon it and go back to the erotic writing she had explored in the 1960s.

" She asked Reagan if he minded having a lifelong Democrat on his team ; he replied that he himself had been a Democrat till age 51, and in any event he liked her way of thinking about American foreign policy.

She once said, “ Young people today, I think, are thinking in terms of stepping stones … I don ’ t know that I ever thought that way.

" She ridicules " fairness " as " a familiar newsroom piety, the excuse in practice for a good deal of autopilot reporting and lazy thinking.

Allan Wolf, in The Mystique of Betty Friedan writes: “ She helped to change not only the thinking but the lives of many American women, but recent books throw into question the intellectual and personal sources of her work .” Although there have been some debates on Friedan ’ s work in The Feminine Mystique since its publication, there is no doubt that her work for equality for women was sincere and committed.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She wished that she could talk to her mother about it.

She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.

She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.

She came from Ohio, from what she called a `` small farm '' of two hundred acres, as indeed it was to farmer-type farmers.

She, too, is concerned with `` the becoming, the process of realization '', but she does not think in terms of subtle variations of spatial or temporal patterns.

She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;

She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She read everything else she could get her hands on, including an article ( she thinks it was in the Atlantic Monthly ) by Mark Twain on `` White Slavery ''.