Quotes About Smile

At school, I couldn't help but grin. At home, something ripped under my skin when I smiled, trying to pretend that everything was fine. Deadly moods lurked in a purple-white haze, smoke clinging to the curtains, turning stale overnight.

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Live, Laugh, Love

She was always kind of sad, even when she smiled.

Sabrina looked as if she might have been born on a stage. She smiled glamorously at the audience and the judges, curtsied prettily, and shook Mrs. Peabody's hand smoothly. Okay, I thought, after all the little girls had been introduced. So Sabrina was gracious and sophisticated. So what? She might not have any talent at all. Or maybe she'd be really, really stupid and not able to answer her question.

She keeps coming over to my table and asking me if everything's all right, as though I might be able to reassure her that the world is not coming to an end. "Yes," I tell her. "Everything's fine. It's just history running its course." She smiles sweetly and flees.

The unexpected makings of a smile tugged at her lips. Here he was, hurt and wounded, and he was concerned about his horse. How very like a man.

She should have known! Beneath his polished exterior lurked the heart of a rogue. His slow-growing smile was utterly wicked. I forget nothing, my dear Fionna. In fact, quite the opposite. I know precisely what I did, what we did. We kissed. No more. Indeed, I believe you should be aware I exercised a great deal of restraint, for it was but a hint of all I long for-

Mr. Singleton smiled, and look'd as if delighted with all he saw and heard. Once, indeed, he try'd to speak: His mouth actually open'd, to give passage to his words; as sometimes seems to be his way before the words are quite ready: But he sat down satisfied with the effort.

La felicità della vita è fatta di frazioni infinitesimali: di piccole elemosine, presto dimenticate, di un bacio, di un sorriso, di uno sguardo gentile, di un complimento fatto col cuore.

You know, I think I knew you for about three weeks before I ever really saw you smile. And then one day, Morgan said something and you laughed, and I remember thinking it was really cool because it meant something. You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.

He had a nice smile. Seeing it, I felt like I'd won a prize, because he was so sparing with them.

You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.

How fast were you? Wes asked me. I said, Not that fast. You mean you couldn't... fly? he said, smiling at me.

very quietly, I heard a voice in my ear.It said, in a weird, cheesy, right-out-of-one-of-my-mother's-novels way, "Ah. Wemeet again." I turned my head, just slightly, and right there, practically on top of me, was theguy from the car dealership. He was wearing a red Mountain Fresh Detergent T-shirt—not just fresh: mountain fresh!—it proclaimed, and was smiling at me. "Oh,God," I said. "No, it's Dexter

Smiling makes you feel better even

Live bravely in the time you have and smile at the void.

I go my way in the world wearing the smile of the dreamer.

I withdraw into myself, and discover a world, albeit a notional world of dark desire rather than one of actuality and vital strength. And everything swims before my senses, and I go my way in the world wearing the smile of the dreamer.

I smile at the suggestions of my heart, and obey its dictates.

Si quieres gozar con un sentimiento puro las alegrías del amor, aparta de tu corazón el cinismo y la solemnidad. Aquel quiere ahuyentar a Amor, ésta pretende encadenarlo; Cuando el pícaro Dios sonríe nos deja ver cómo se opone a ambos.

You know,I think I'd rather freeze than continue this conversation. You've been warned.Proceed at your own risk." He smiled. "I always do,darlin'.

He puffed some more and was about to deal the first hand when he stopped and looked at Mrs. Zimmermann with a mischievous smile. "Oh, by the way," he said, "you might bring Lewis a glass of iced tea, and get me a refill. No sugar. And bring out another plate of chocolate-chip cookies." Mrs. Zimmermann stood up and clasped her hands subserviently in front of her. "How would you like your cookies, sir? Stuffed down your throat one by one, or crumbled up and sifted into your shirt collar?

An old woman with a mutch sat in an arm-chair behind the counter. She looked up at me over her spectacles and smiled, and I took to her on the instant. She had the kind of old wise face that God loves.