Quotes About Smile

It's great to be here. I thank you. Ah, I've been on the road doing comedy for ten years now, so bear with me while I plaster on a fake smile and plough through this shit one more time.

I just have one of those faces. People come up to me and say, 'What's wrong?' Nothing. 'Well, it takes more energy to frown than it does to smile.' Yeah, you know it takes more energy to point that out than it does to leave me alone?

Humor is really laughing off a hurt, grinning at misery.

There's no damn business like show business - you have to smile to keep from throwing up.

If I could teach people to be grateful, we could have an amazing world where negativity could not grow and foster, and children would have a smile on their face.

I've told several writers this, and, again, I get back to it, but if you want to make God smile, tell him your plans.

I've never met a Quadling before, she said, too loudly, too brightly. The months of solitude had made her forget her manners. My family would never have Quadlings in to dine - not that there were many, or even any for all I know, in the farmlands around my family's estate. The stories make out that Quadlings were sneaky and incapable of telling the truth. How can a Quadling to answer such a charge if a Quadling is given always to lie? He smiled at her.

The furnished room received its latest guest with a first glow of pseudo-hospitality, a hectic, haggard, perfunctory welcome like the specious smile of a demirep.

Hazte patas de gallo Empecemos por la primera impresión que causas. Hay cuatro factores que contribuyen a que sea buena: tu sonrisa, tu vestimenta, tu apretón de manos y tu vocabulario. Ante todo, sonríe. ¿Qué cuesta sonreír?

Despite his Falstaffian appearance he was a hard and ruthless man. His piggish eyes were filled with greed; his fleshy mouth was lustful; his only natural smile was one of avarice.

She wore a killer smile, absolutely devastating. It was a smile that could twist a man's heart. A man could fall in love just being on the receiving end of that smile. A man would want to see the smile every day and be the one who could make it appear. He would want it all to himself.

The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.

Okay, okay, no need for theatrics." "No need," Harry said with a bright smile, "but why not throw them in if I can?

His smile did more than lack warmth. It was the most purely physical smile Myron had ever seen, a byproduct strictly of the brain giving specific orders to certain muscles. It touched no part of him but his lips. Myron

Win sidled up next to him. "Did you give them the full-wattage smile?" "I'd say a good eighty, ninety watts." Win studied the young women before making a declaration: "Lesbians," he said. "Must be." "A lot of that going around, isn't there?" Myron did the math in his head. He probably had fifteen to twenty years on them. When it comes to young girls, you just never want to feel it.

The familiar voice made Megan automatically smile. The voice still had the sexy rasp of whiskey, cigarettes, and late nights, where every utterance had a hint of a laugh and a dollop of a double entendre.

And maybe you shouldn't coach." Assistant Coach Pat stepped forward then. He looked at me, and that knowing smile I was all too familiar with spread across his face. "Well, well, well." Coach Bobby said, "What?" "Do you know who this guy is?" "Who?" "Myron Bolitar.

No problem, dear," Phil said with a smile. It was a nice smile. A few years ago, it might have been returned, but nope, not today. Phil kept his eyes on her for maybe a second too long, though Wendy didn't think the girl noticed. Once the waitress was out of sight, Phil lifted his bottle toward Wendy. She picked up hers and clinked bottles and decided to stop this dance. "Phil

This was fun," Ali said. Myron was still smiling. Ali looked up at him with these wonderful green-brown eyes. She had red-blond hair and there were still remnants of childhood freckles. Her face was wide and her smile just held him. "What?" she said. "You look beautiful." "Man, you are smooth." "I don't want to brag, but yes. Yes, I am." Ali

A blond hard-core jogger dressed in tight magenta shorts and a much-tested white sports bra jogged by his car. She looked inside and smiled at him. Myron smiled back. The bare midriff. You take the good with the bad. Across

Esperanza gestured with her chin at a man with slicked-back hair oiling his way toward them. When he filled out his job application, Myron had little doubt that it read, Last Name: Trash. First Name: Euro. Myron checked the man's wake for slime tracks. Euro smiled with ferret teeth. "Poca, mi amor." "Anton

Buddy Ray just smiled at me. If the cracked teeth or blood was bothering him, he didn't show it. The smile had nothing behind it. No mirth, no joy, no soul. It was the scariest smile I had ever seen. "The

Mayor Gusherowski approached Adam with a Guy Smiley smile—the perfect blend of game show host and Muppet.

Mayor Gusherowski approached Adam with a Guy Smiley smile—the perfect blend of game show host and Muppet. "Wonderful to meet you, Adam!" He gave Adam the perfunctory too-enthusiastic handshake, adding that little pull toward him that politicians believed made the recipient feel somehow inferior or obligated. "Can I call you Adam?" "Sure, Mr. Mayor." "Oh