She was very godly and just opened her heart to everybody.
She was there when the stadium opened and there when the game was over.
She sat down in order that we might stand up. Paradoxically, her imprisonment opened the doors for our long journey to freedom.
She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
She opened the letter in an elevator and got dizzy. She was in total shock. She never expected this.
She opened the door so women could participate in the Empress side.
She opened the door and the lady pushed her way in and the lady started kicking her in the face and kicking her and beating her.
She opened her home and her Rolodex to us. Anything we needed she could find. It seemed like she was either related to or went to high school with everyone in town.
When I picked up the guitar for the first time, it opened up a whole new world for me. I became obsessed with writing and playing.
When I opened the T-burg shop, I thought I was going into the electronic kit business, ... Then I met a composer who wanted to make electronic music on tape. We got together just for fun.