Quotes About Smile

His mouth turned up at one corner. His face was transformed when he smiled, even when it was a half-smile given halfheartedly. Wow. A sexy cowboy with a sense of humor could be dangerous. And while she'd always avoided danger in the past, for some reason, she found herself wanting to move just a little closer. Play with fire, she reminded herself. Only getting burned seemed like a small price to pay.

your smile is my sunshine.

In time, the grief turned into a dull ache with occasional flares of agony. It was like a fading bruise Annie forgot about until she bumped into a memory. Gran. It was the little moments that pierced most sharply, the remembrance of a smile, a gesture, a soft-voiced phrase.

Paste on your brightest smile and pretend that everything was just fine, and sooner or later, it would be. Or near enough.

The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.

There was very little about her face and figure that was in any way remarkable, but it was the sort of face which, when animated by conversation or laughter, is completely transformed. She had a lovely disposition, a quick mind and a fondness for the comical. She was always very ready to smile and, since a smile is the most becoming ornament that any lady can wear, she had been known upon occasion to outshine women who were acknowledged beauties in three countries.

He said, Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck. Her smile is full of comfort and her eyes are kind and happy! How I long to see her! Who, sir? asked Paramore, puzzled. Why, his sister, John. His sister.

A] smile is the most becoming ornament that any lady can wear.

Marrying for love may be a bit risky, but it is so honest that God can't help but smile on it.

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

You know, this won't be an easy thing, Adrien." An officer-involved shooting was not going to be fun, righteous or not. "The investigation you mean?" "No." He gave me that crooked smile. "No, I don't mean that.

And that infrequent and devastating smile—and eyes just the color of a Scottish loch at sunset, sort of green-gold, like summer bracken or polished cairngorm.

Sometimes Queens' music is dark, but somehow it's ok to deliver it with a smile on your face because thing's are still going to kick in.

The Kelseys' home is done up in shades of beige and beiger. There are just a few pictures scattered around: of just her and Dave, a burly guy, balding, and a gap-tooth smile.

Robin smiled meekly, as if she were confronting a mythical troll and was afraid to get too close.

Now all white Southern women keep as a weapon against uncouth world a certain smile that can be whipped out of storage and tacked up, in an instant, covering over a multitude of too-candid moments. My mother's face, whose upturned mouth never moved, registered confusion, then fear-then landed where I expected that steely doggedly cheerful resolve of a smile.

Pearl would smile helplessly back with the sickening feeling that she was collaborating with God. Not the God of her mother's faulty and romantic vision, but the true one. A God of barbaric and unholy appearance, with a mind uncomplimentary to human consciousness.

And Kevin looked up straight toward the light, and smiled as if he knew I was there.

Ella no se levantó para besarlo, recibió sin comprender la sonrisa que le vino desde la puerta; lo supuso alejándose lento, cegado por la luz del mediodía. Después ocupó en la cama el lugar donde había estado el hombre todo el tiempo, durante todo el breve pasado que era posible reducir a una escena.

Y Jon sonríe, porque eso es, al fin y al cabo, lo más importante en la vida. El noventa por ciento del trabajo es estar junto a quien tienes que estar. El otro diez por ciento, se improvisa sobre la marcha.

Dos pasos hacia delante revelan el rostro de Sandra, sonriente. Una cara que inspira la misma confianza que la cena de una rata. —Inspector —saluda ella. —Loca del coño —saluda él. —Sería bueno que se guardara el arma. —Tú primero, tesoro.

También ella sonreía, pero la suya era una sonrisa melancólica, la sonrisa de las cosas perdidas.