She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

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 has referenced this independence from major labels in song more than once, including " The Million You Never Made " ( Not A Pretty Girl ), which discusses the act of turning down a lucrative contract, " The Next Big Thing " ( Not So Soft ), which describes an imagined meeting with a label head-hunter who evaluates the singer based on her looks, and " Napoleon " ( Dilate ), which sympathizes sarcastically with an unnamed friend who did sign with a label.

She looks and dances like a dream.

She also is what I consider a classic Indian beauty .... her natural, distinctive Indian looks set her apart from many other heroines ( I say heroines because many have yet to learn to act, and cannot justfully be called actresses yet ), she proves that she does not need blatant blond / red highlights, tons of body paint and makeup, blue contacts, and scraps of clothes to look beautiful ... and that the complete following of Western trends isn ´ t worth sacrificing traditional Indian beauty, grace, and respect for popularity ... a mixture of both that remains respectable ... it ´ s quality rather than quantity ( or lackthereof, in the clothes department ).

Betsy Bloomingdale, one of Reagan's closest friends, stated, " She looks a little frail.

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

She has transformed the way an entire generation looks, thinks and dreams.

She is drinking heavily, has lost her singing voice and much of her looks and spends time with card sharps and con artists.

She looks at " the turkey, which resembles a trussed, headless baby.

She looks after Benjamin's children while he is fighting.

In a story conference, when her name was suggested to him for the part of a girl threatened with rape, Thalberg shook his head and, with a wry smile, said, " She looks too well able to take care of herself.

" 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 looks at how the computer affects the way we look at ourselves and our relationships with others, claiming that technology defines the way we think and act.

She hates having to cook, clean, and care for Blanche, who, although stuck upstairs in her bedroom, has nevertheless managed to keep her good looks, while Jane is now aged and ugly.

She looks similar to Coraline's real mother but taller and thinner, with long black hair that seems to move by itself, black button eyes, paper-white skin, and extremely long, twitchy fingers with long dark red nails.

She argues that their intellectual debts to Locke are most evident when one looks at the 1865 debates in the Province of Canada ’ s legislature on whether or not union with the other British North American colonies would be desirable.

She is usually quite short, and thin, and looks no older than a fourteen-year-old human girl.

She looks out at the country, she lets go all the birds, snakes, animals, children belonging to us.

The girlfriend, Eva Braun wrote of Mitford in her diary: " She is known as the Valkyrie and looks the part, including her legs.

She is very insecure about her looks and wants to be accepted.

She looks into some of the shop windows, pausing to examine a white dress, then finds a restaurant and goes inside in search of ( clearly scarce ) food.

She convinces him she is not, but in the end, she looks at a picture of the Fonz as a small child and sighs.

Lanchester once said of O ' Hara, " She looks as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, or anywhere else.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

She set down her suitcase.

She was watching a tree ride wildly down that roiling current.

She looked down at her hands, too.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.

She had the hips of a boy and a loose-jointed walk that reminded me of a string of beads strolling down the street.

She remembered McClellan's last proclamation as she hurried fearfully down the stairs.

She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.

She did this now, comfortably aware of the mist running down the windows, of the silence outside, of the dark afternoon it was getting to be.

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 made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.

She smoothed the skirt, sat down, then stood up and went back to the windows.

She sat down on the nearest, fallen with age and gray with sea-damp, her fingers tracing the indecipherable carved letters padded with green moss.

She stood indecisively for a moment, then walked down the hall ; ;

She sat down and played two slots at once, looking grim, as if bested by mechanical devices, and Owen felt sorry for the lay-sisters depending on her support.

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

She saw me and sat down beside me, three feet away.

She likens Inanna to a great storm bird who swoops down on the lesser gods and sends them fluttering off like surprised bats.

She ends up hitting every batter at the plate ( or " beaning " them ) and goes down as the worst pitcher in history.

She asks Deckard to hunt down the " missing " sixth replicant.