Quotes About Grinning

He grinned. I could not tell whether he grinned because he thought I was lying or because he knew I was telling the truth.

You're a first-class bastard, Doug. This time he grinned because he'd heard the light trace of respect. I like first class, Whitney. I'm going to live there the rest of my life.

caught him grinning at her. "Why do you purposely aggravate

Tears are my laughter. Laughter is my pain. Cry at my grinning mouth, If you will. Laugh at my sorrow's reign.

Brooke Wilkins?" I ask [...] "She's this really annoying girl from Cali who, like, constantly talks about all the girls she's hooked up with. It's just so freshman year, you know?" "What is?" "Bragging about how you've hooked up with girls." "We never did that." "No, but everyone else did. Remember Sonya Fullmer?" "Oh, right," I say. "She was always kissing girls to get guys interested in her." "I remember her," Noah says, grinning. "Figures," Ava says.

The dead body of Gardenia was crashing around the cabin, eyes rolling in its head and mouth grinning crazily.

Well, I said, I once heard a smart person point out that it's hard to determine where the dividing line is between cheesiness and acceptable emotional extravagance. He grinned again. I didn't tell you at the time, but I know exactly where that line is. When it's happening to other people, it's cheesy. When it's happening to you, it's wonderful.

Say, Jordie, how much did you drink?" Josh asked, adding the deputy's warning. "Fuck 'im," Jordie grinned, pulled an empty pint bottle from the deep leg pocket of his baggy pants, let it fall to the floor. He giggled, pulling another empty pint from the other leg pocket, also empty. He frowned momentarily, then reached into his Jacket pocket and produced a third battle, three-quarters full.

The voice was the tip of a long cold stiletto, inserting itself into Stephen's belly with infinite, almost lackadaisical, slowness. The voice was a forkload of maggoty flesh, pressed insistently against his lips. The voice was a Checker cab, wheeling suddenly around some corner and straight toward him, with its bright eyes glaring over the ravenous, grinning grill. The voice was a train. A long, cold train. Upon him now. And he was powerless before it.

May Jack-o-lanterns burning bright Of soft and golden hue Pierce through the future's veil and show What fate now holds for you. By goblins of the cornfield stark By witches dancing on the green By pumpkins grinning in the dark I wish you luck this Hallowe'en.

If he did not stop smiling, people would think he was drunk or had lost his wits, he mused, but he could not seem to stop. Just the thought of Bridget carrying his child had him grinning like an idiot.

Mere grimness is as easy as grinning; but it requires something to put a handsome face on a story. Narratives become of suspicious merit in proportion as they lean to Newgate-like offenses, particularly of blood and wounds...

Grinning is something you do when you are entertained in some way, such as reading a good book or watching someone you don't care for spill orange soda all over themselves.

Grinning is something you do when you are entertained in some way, such as reading a good book or watching someone you don't care for spill orange soda all over himself.

Morelli grinned down at me. I don't know where he's getting it, but he's got some really good shit in those brownies.

There was something terrible in me sometimes at night I could see it grinning at me I could see it through them grinning at me through their faces it's gone now and I'm sick

Patton's store. A grinning man would halt the wagon with an upraised arm but it would not halt. When he noticed the quiltcovered cargo the wagon transported, he called, What you got there, Sandy? The driver turned and spat and wiped his mouth and glanced back briefly but he didn't stay the wagon. Dead folks, he said.

And every passing face is masked, mouths and nostrils concealed behind filters. Some, honoring the Day of the Dead, resemble the silver-beaded jaws of grinning sugar-skulls. Whatever form they take, their manufacturers all make the same dubious, obliquely comforting claims about viroids.

Hope is always good." He looked me in the face grinning, full of faith in me and in life. "You know, doctors always say the liver is the only organ that can regenerate itself. But they're wrong, Leslie. The heart can, too. Promise me you'll keep hoping.

If I keep grinning maybe my inoperable colon cancer won't hurt so much.

What the hell happened?' Jack asked, grinning. 'Slight accident in the marshland,' Gwen said. 'We wandered off the path at Greendown Moss. Big mistake.' 'That's a relief,' Owen said with a sardonic smile. 'For a moment I thought you'd been mud-wrestling together and I'd missed it.' 'In your dreams.' 'Only when I'm bored, girls. Only when I'm bored.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and said, 'What I need is more coffee. Ianto!' 'A man's work is never done in Torchwood,' said Ianto, peeling off his rubber gloves. 'If you want coffee on demand, you'll have to stop mucking the place up first.' 'Get to it before I put you over my knee.' Jack grinned at him.

poster of Santa Muerte, Holy Death, a skeleton in a hooded cloak, with a grinning skull, her bony hand wrapped around the shaft of a scythe.

She looked at Max, grinning for a moment. Wow, I can't even look at you. She closed her eyes tightly. Why? Max asked. Her eyes remained closed, a wide smile on her face. I don't know. I guess you just seem good. What do you mean? he asked. She opened one eye, just a sliver. Yeah, wow. It's almost unbearable.