She yearns for the days when the planet was still wild and unconquered.

She also is a perpetual daydreamer who yearns for a glamorous wedding and marriage to a man who will help improve her personal life and free her from a tedious life dominated by her demanding and often psychologically abusive father Bill ( Bill Hunter ), a corrupt politician who verbally lashes out at his subservient wife Betty and their unambitious children at every opportunity.

She yearns especially for these things for her daughter Laura, a young adult with a crippled foot and tremulous insecurity about the outside world.

She can then return to the future to receive the reward that will allow her to finally get the " nice husband, cute pet, and sweet, sweet home " she yearns for.

She yearns for adventure after reading passages from the Tome.

Better to raise geese than girls .” Kingston yearns to find “ the bird ” that Fa Mu Lan found and expresses her disappointment in having “ no magic beads water gourd sight .” She cannot gather the courage to speak up against her racist boss, let alone save her people in China.

She has elite status as a judo practitioner, but yearns to avenge her loss in her childhood at the hands of another girl.

She yearns for a stable traditional family life, which the living organisms around her do not even consider.

She soon becomes jealous of her son Jimmy's ( Jerry Butler ) girlfriend while she secretly yearns for him.

She has unwittingly attracted the affections of King Xeth, ruler of Xanth's Zombies, who yearns to make her Queen of the Undead!

She yearns for a better life and quit her last job as a waitress because she was being sexually harassed by her boss.

She is a masochist who yearns for the brutality of the past.

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

She studied it for a long time.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

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

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

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

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 was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.

She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.

She had her reasons for this.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.

She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.

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

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

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She had helped him change his mind.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

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

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She yanked away from him furiously.

She studied him hopefully, yearningly ; ;

She looked at him, lips compressed.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She snapped at him.

She grabbed at Feathertop's sleeve and shrieked, `` Help him!!

She couldn't cook or clean or make him comfortable.

She tells him of the consequences of his behavior.

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She did not touch him.

She turned to him again.

She envied him.