Quotes About Smile

Breathing in, I know I'm alive." Your eyes still work: "Breathing in, I'm aware of my eyes. Breathing out, I smile to my eyes.

We all need a friend to help remind us from time to time. If no one else is there, the sound of the bell can be that friend, reminding us to recognize and smile at our old habit energies. In that way, we can become free of them.

A smile makes you a master of yourself.

We love to make people laugh - it's just something we do.

All I have to do is look at a child's smile to keep going.

I figured happiness is the most important thing in life, just how much you laugh

For once, fate us taking a problem off our hands gratis. Let's smile, say thank you and stay the hell out of it!

Happiness is the best cosmetic."---Model Patient

Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.

Barrons' lips twitched. I'd almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.

Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it." "What?" He looked confused

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

The corners of his mouth twitched then he gave up the ghost and just flashed me one of those rare, full-on smiles that always made me catch my breath and stare. He's so damn beautiful and his smiles are sunshine in a black velvet sky, improbable and stunning.

You're grumpy and broody and secretive all the time. You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!" "I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your . . . hat." "MacHalo," I corrected tightly. "It's a brilliant invention, and it means I don't need you or V'lane to keep my safe from Shades, and that, Jericho Barrons, is worth its weight in gold: not needing either of you for something!

Mayhap you'd prefer to spend this eve with me at an inn, rather than going straight to my brother's," he suggested with a seductive smile. Chloe scowl deepened. "One eve is no' enough?" he teased, though his eyes were distant. "Greedy lass, would you be wishing a week?

Who among the Fae likes you enough to do that favor?" I knew the answer to that. No one. "The one I didn't kill when I demanded it. After I killed the other two." I smiled faintly. One word: badass. I want to be Jericho Barrons when I grow up.

CJ It took me a moment to figure out the initials.Constant Jackass. I smiled. "Apology accepted, Barrons, if it's the Ferrari." It was.

Fact: it's just wrong to be smiled at by someone who has your blood on his teeth. It offends to the bone.

He caught his full lower lip with his teeth and slowly released it, then smiled. It was not a smile meant to reassure. It was a smile that promised dark fantasies. Whether she wanted them or not.

His smile was chillingly predatory, carnal and possessive. "Do you really think I brought you this far to be letting you go, Chloe-lass?

She squirmed in his embrace, slipping around in his arms to face him. He smiled at her, one of those lazy, melting smiles he gave so rarely, and kissed her.

There was a knife in his hand. He gave me a tight, mocking smile as he moved to the slab. "Wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left." He sliced into the Fae.

The smithy pondered, then flashed a puckish smile. "Adam Black.