Quotes About Smile

His smile reawakened her in a way, reminded her that there was more to life than work. He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you'd left off, as if you hadn't been apart at all.

Isabelle sat down beside MacLeish and leaned tiredly against him. "You're a wonder," he said in a hushed voice. "I've been told I don't make smart decisions. This may be proof of that." She shivered, whether from cold or exhaustion, she didn't know. "Dumb but brave," he said with a smile. Isabelle was grateful for the conversation. "That's me.

I look to the right as I cross the bridge and smile to see the tip of the Eiffel Tower soaring over rooftops in the distance on the other side of the river. I've seen it in photographs a thousand times, but seeing it in person for the first time that reminds me that I'm really, truly here, thousands of miles away, across an ocean from home.

Yes, but mine were never as good as yours." She could feel his smile against her cheek as she whispered into his ear. "I admit it now. So I am glad you are here with your documents." He paused and added, 'Well, actually, I am simply glad you are here.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

Elena smiled and he had to smile back, at first just a quirk of the lip, and then a full smile. She was…Damn it, she was everything. Witty, enchanting, brave, smart…and beautiful. And he knew that his eyes were saying all that and that she wasn't turning away.

Rob smiled his slow, infectious smile-and suddenly everything was all right.

Appena la porta si chiuse, Kait disse "Gabriel - come l'arcangelo?". Non riuscì a nascondere l'inflessione pesante di sarcasmo nella propria voce. La porta si riaprì, e Gabriel la soppesò con un lungo sguardo. Poi fece balenare un luminoso, allarmante sorriso. "Tu puoi entrare ogni volta che vuoi", disse.

Co kdybych t? drahá ob?sil?" Usmála se na n?ho dol?, snad mu dob?e nerozum?la, on se usmál též, kopl do židle a bylo to.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling.

It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.

Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.

Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading.

My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I've ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn't even know my face could do this. It's like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

He was angles and darkness, her opposite - a moon-creature to her sun, a slicing shadow to her glow. But that was all silhoutte. It was in his smile, and in his eyes, and in his waiting - he was still waiting - that she saw him, and knew him. Strength and grace and loneliness and longing. And hope.

And the stone table was between them, a barrier, but there could be no barrier to the smile that was her answer. It was another new species, and Akiva thought that he could spend a thousand years with her-- please -- and still be discovering new species of smiles.

She keeps her eyes closed but smiles, giving herself away. "Shush, I'm having a dream." "It's not a dream. It's all real." "How would you know? You're not even in it." She feels playful, heavy with happiness. With rightness. "I'm in all of them," he says. "It's where I live now.

She looked at him, beautiful Kazimir whose smile used to work on her like a summons, compelling her to his side.

There were crinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were merry and asquint with unselfconscious happiness. The change was profound. If he was beautiful when grave-and he was-smiling, he was nothing short of glorious.

Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.

Érase una vez un ángel moribundo tendido entre la bruma. Y un diablo que se arrodillo junto a él y sonrió.