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

She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.

She wrote:

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.

She wrote to her brother, " All Mr. Lane's efforts have been to disunite us.

She wrote a volume of poetry with her sisters ( Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, 1846 ) and two novels.

She wrote her " Recipe Redux " feature for the Times magazine until February 27, 2011.

She also wrote the updated introduction to Sagan's book The Cosmic Connection, the epilogue of Billions and Billions, and her own novel, A Famous Broken Heart.

She wrote at least three autobiographical books about adapting to blindness.

Following some success illustrating cards and booklets, Potter wrote and illustrated The Tale of Peter Rabbit publishing it first privately in 1901, and a year later as a small, three-colour illustrated book with Frederick Warne & Co. She became unofficially engaged to her editor Norman Warne in 1905 despite the disapproval of her parents, but he died suddenly a month later, of leukemia.

In a 1958 letter to a friend in West Germany, Paternak wrote, " She was put in jail on my account, as the person considered by the secret police to be closest to me, and they hoped that by means of a grueling interrogation and threats they could extract enough evidence from her to put me on trial.

She had said, " Don't forget yourself to the point of believing that it was you who wrote this work.

She also took job opportunities working briefly at dance halls in Japan and Taiwan, and wrote two missives under the name " Courtney Michelle " in punk-zine Maximumrocknroll on local bands Poison Idea and Rancid Vat.

She wrote:

She wrote the Nüjie ostensibly for her daughters, instructing them on how to live proper Confucian lives as wives and mothers.

She wrote the preface for On War and by 1834 had published several of his books.

" ( Church Manual, page 41 ) She also wrote: " The cardinal points of Christian Science cannot be lost sight of, namely — one God, supreme, infinite, and one Christ Jesus.

She wrote Jane Eyre under the pen name Currer Bell.

She did not ally herself with Eakins ' ardent student supporters, and later wrote, " A curious instinct of self-preservation kept me outside the magic circle.

She was well suited to the precise work but later wrote, " this was the lowest depth I ever reached in commercial art, and although it was a period when youth and romance were in their first attendance on me, I remember it with gloom and record it with shame.

She wrote, " Fleury is much less benign than Bouguereau and don't temper his severities … he hinted of possibilities before me and as he rose said the nicest thing of all, ' we will do all we can to help you '… I want these men … to know me and recognize that I can do something.

She spent most of her childhood and all of her adult life based in Paris and then the abbey at Poissy, and wrote entirely in her adoptive tongue of Middle French.

She also wrote a minor chart hit for Hank Williams Jr during this period.

Jim Kerr of Simple Minds was so moved by the results of the Enniskillen bombing in 1987 that he wrote new words to the traditional folk song " She Moved Through The Fair " and the group recorded it with the name " Belfast Child ".

She wrote to Leicester:

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 began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.

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 designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.

`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.

She had been one of the first to collect her wits.

She was a juicy one.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.

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 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 builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.

She then described her experience as one in which she first had difficulty accepting for herself a state of being in which she relinquished control.

She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.

She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.

She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.

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 sidled along the booths one step at a time.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.

She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.