Quotes About Smile

Um,' he said, because she was smiling at him and he was an idiot.

She took a deep breath and gave him a somewhat tentative smile. "You see, I need a date for my wedding." He stared at her, convinced he'd misunderstood. "You need a what?

He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.

She smiled at him, the way she always did, even when he woke up at oh-what-the-fuck-hundred.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

He's dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.

For a moment he laughed, forgetting where they were, how depressing the backdrop. For a moment there was just her smile, the musical cadence of her voice, and the hint of flirtation. Then the world exploded.

Smiling is mostly about smiling more.

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

Fue la primera vez que lo vi sonreír; la sonrisa convertía al chico amenazador en alguien a quien te gustaría conocer...

When I make a pretty good hook (...) she gives me a toothless smile and an unintelligeble comment I think might be praise.

I can't help laughing because it's funny,

lo que me habría dicho él: «Bueno, todavía se puede mejorar». Después sonreiría y yo le devolvería la sonrisa sin dudarlo.

no tenga ni idea de cuál es tu color favorito? —Verde —respondo, esbozando poco a poco una sonrisa—. ¿Y el tuyo? —Naranja. —¿Naranja? ¿Como el pelo de Effie? —Un poco más apagado. Más como... una puesta de sol.

Now I smile. "How's everything with you?" I call down cheerfully. This takes them aback, but I know the crowd will love it.

Bueno..., Peeta..., bienvenido de nuevo. —Imagino que no pensabas volver a entrevistarme, Caesar —responde Peeta, sonriendo un poco.

But he was already in love with you," says Cressida. "I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

I don't think there'll be a next time, my lady." Saint smiled. "But thank you for the offer." Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You're welcome. My, my, manners. Where have you been—church?

I'm glad you decided to come." "It doesn't mean anything." He grinned. "Everything means something.

Even better liars can put on a convincing smile, but their eyes aren´t smiling.

You'll make a sucky father someday," I tell him with a smile. "I feel sorry for the kid that doesn't get to burst into light to get out of your house." He chokes out a laugh. "Is it my sarcasm?" "Definitely. And that obnoxious accent.