She hopes to expose her work in a gallery one day, as she documented the last decade of her life with a Pentax camera.

She is also working on a dance-oriented album, Dance with Dolly, which she hopes to release in 2010.

She was accused of treason and was executed on 13 February 1542, destroying the English Catholic holdouts ' hopes of a national reconciliation with the Catholic Church.

She then leaves Sunnydale for Los Angeles in the hopes of escaping her life as the Slayer.

" She spoke of her hopes of finding a niche in comedy, and in other interviews she expressed her desire to become " a light comedienne in the Carole Lombard style ".

She was inspired by the scenery and on friendly terms with Laßberg, but neither he nor his friends appreciated modern literature and Droste's hopes that they might help her to publish her work came to nothing.

She had hopes of competing at the 1976 Summer Olympics in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, but had to give up on that goal after she had contracted infectious mononucleosis (" kissing disease ") after having shared a glass of water with someone.

She attended the Vancouver School of Art with hopes of making a living as an artist.

She is an orphan and hopes to find clues to her identity.

She is a piano virtuoso ( as is Witt ) and hopes to attend the Los Angeles Conservatory of Music.

She is chased over a frozen winter landscape by a terrifying bear ( representing the ferocity of Onegin's inhuman persona ) and confronted by demons and goblins in a hut she hopes will provide shelter.

She soon moved to New York City to pursue her hopes of becoming a writer.

She hopes to gain the attention of sponsors and get herself and her friends out of the near-poverty they are living in.

She refuses, but he hauls her in — she slaps him and tells him that she hopes he gets killed while in battle.

* She lowered her standards by raising her glass, Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.

She has also said that she hopes to run for a major party nomination to be President of the United States upon her reaching the age of 35, per the minimum age requirement for United States presidents.

She hopes to become a medical doctor in sports medicine, and she has a B. A.

She is guiding him to an abandoned manufacturing plant where he hopes to find another Cherry 2000 model.

She believes that both Peter and Bean, Achilles ' enemies, would be dead by this time ; however, she does not know that Bean too is traveling on a spaceship in hopes of finding a cure for his condition.

She hopes the subject can be debated by Americans together, rather than it be settled by a Massachusetts court or the mayor of San Francisco.

She has stated in interviews that she hopes shipping a game with Pinkerton Road is a step in the right direction for getting the chance to make new Gabriel Knight games in the future.

She plans to use this position to run for Mayor of New York City, but her hopes are dashed when the Trickster inadvertently connects her to her criminal alter ego.

Eagle hopes to soar above incumbent McLawhorn, Daily Reflector (" she defeated incumbent Republican Henry Aldridge in 1998 and fended off a challenge from Republican leader Wayne Holloman in 2000 ")</ ref > She was re-elected after defeating Republican candidate Wayne Holloman in the November 2000 election ,< Ref name =" mclaw1 "/> Judy Eagle in the November 2002 election ,< Ref name =" 2002-1 ">( 6 November 2002 ).

She meets and falls in love with a middle-aged Republican senator who has hopes of becoming President.

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;

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 can remove all knick-knacks within reach.

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 was personally sloppy, and when she had colds would blow her nose in the same handkerchief all day and keep it, soaking wet, dangling from her waist, and when she gardened she would eat dinner with dirt on her calves.

She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.

She had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.

She had done all the things she had promised herself she would do, but she had not thought of this.

She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.

She was too young, that was all ; ;

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 found she could cope with all kinds of problems for which she was once considered too helpless.

She is well-educated and refined, all wildcat and fur, and Union from the muzzle to the crupper ''.

She drew on all her resources of mind and heart to help them -- to make them at home in the world ; ;

She was closely associated with the Founders in all their trials and hardships.

She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.

She had it all planned out, how she'd do.

She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.

She was all he had, everything he had, everything he wanted.

She tried to think of his unpredictable actions in the eleven years she had known him and discovered they weren't so many after all.

She glanced at the man nodding beside her, a man with weather cracks furrowed into his lean cheeks, with powdery pale eyes reflecting all the droughts he had seen, reflecting the sky and the drought which must follow now in August -- yes, with eyes predicting the drought and here it was only June, only festival time again and thoughts of Gratt Shafer would not leave her.

She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.

She smiled all the way to her wise, sad eyes, and drained her own.