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 down on almost all of Matt's hobbies and interests ( except for Buffy the Vampire Slayer ), even though she's an excellent gamer.

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 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 crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.

She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.

She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

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 asked, taking him and Juanita into the parlor where the shutters were closed against the afternoon sun.

She turned and walked stiffly into the parlor to the dainty-legged escritoire, warped and cracked now from fifty years in an atmosphere of sea spray.

`` She didn't mention bringing Myra '', Mark said, maneuvering the car into the next lane.

She went into the living room and turned on three lamps, then back into the kitchen where she turned on the ceiling light and the switch that lit the floods on the barn, illuminating the driveway.

She stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.

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 patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).

She was biting into a small red radish ; ;

She had talked her `` boy friend '' into sending her to New York to take a screen test.

She quickly moved into cafe society, possibly easing her conscience by talking constantly of her desire to be in show business.

She took refuge on a tongue of land extending into a gully, crouched at the base of a thorn tree, and waited for them to come up.

Here '' -- She thrust a bundle of keys strung on a thick red cord into Sarah's hand.

She went downstairs and received another curious shock, for when Glendora flapped into the dining room in her homemade moccasins, Sarah asked her when she had brought coffee to her room and Glendora said she hadn't.

She paused at the kitchen door, caught her breath, told herself firmly that the opium was only an attempt to frighten her and went into the kitchen, where Glendora was eyeing the chickens dismally and Maude was cleaning lamp chimneys.

She was wearing a brown cotton dress, cut across the hips in a way that was supposed to make her look slimmer, a yoke set into the skirt and flaring pleats below.

She slapped the receiver into its holder and stepped away.

She wanted him to get into trouble.

She cut the engines and slowly the cruiser swung around on the end of its lines until its bow was pointing into the wind and the cockpit faced toward the shore.

She pushed wartorn and poverty-stricken nations into prosperity, but she failed to lead them into unity and world peace.