Quotes About Smile

He'd made it his daily goal to pull one great smile out of Lane Kelley. The days he succeeded, those were the days he lived for.

The Moretti women had a smile like they were going to eat you...and you'd like it.

As we started to turn and walk out, the big and easy Samoan reached over and touched Henry's shoulder, the arm attached having powered the biker's head into the drywall of the Rapid City Regional Hospital. "I know you?" The Bear smiled the one-crease-at-the-corner-of-his-mouth smile. "Momentarily.

Begin with the soft smelted upturned heart-shaped mouth made for smiling a smile kept for kindness, tenderness, incapable of malice. Am I going too fast for you? The almond eyes see out through their sleepy epicanthic fold. Trusting and calm, if a flicker from slowness, a further flicker from stupidity. Settled in slow-motion beauty, heart-breaking beauty.

You have to promote yourself you have to have this smile on your face all the time and be this nice guy - which I am!

I force a smile and hold up my hand, which must end up looking like some sort of strange, leery wince, like I've just swallowed a glass of somebody's urine and I'm recommending it.

I do love to walk around in New York because people will notice me, smile, but they never bother anyone. New Yorkers are very cool. I love New York.

But you're worried?" Arturo asked. I attempted a smile. "No." "You're worried about something." I stared at him and shook my head lightly. "Yes, you are. You worry about everything. You're a true mexicana. A fatalist.

These dances into the scientific prove what ancient wisdom has already known: if you paint your world with every color of the rainbow, the world will smile back.

He smiled at her. "You make me happy." As few things in this world ever had.

When no gratitude came, he sighed. "I pretty much bent the laws of nature for you, lady. So…yeah, you're welcome." "I'm having a nightmare." There. That made sense. Julian wasn't a monster. He hadn't grown claws. She hadn't been shot. Creepy Luke wasn't there. This was all— "You are the nightmare now, sweetheart." Luke gave her a chilling smile. "And again, you're welcome.

I'm letting you go," he said and his smile broke her heart. "That should show just how fucking much I can love." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "See? My brother was wrong about that. Even in the dark, a little light can shine.

If you can't laugh at the dark, you shouldn't grin like the Sphinx. Understand?

We are airborne," said Roger trying to smile. "Airborne," repeated Aunt Beatrice, savouring the word. "It is a very pleasant sensation. When I get home I shall write to Elsie Cannan and tell her about it. She has never been airborne." It was encouraging to discover that although she looked like death his charge had plenty of spirit. There was nothing yellow about Aunt Beatrice except her face.

I am generally a very happy and easygoing person. I also believe it's always better to meet people with a smile rather than looking cold, especially when you first meet. It changes everything.

I smile too much to be in a gang. I don't got that 'hit somebody' vibe.

I guess I'd say my vibe is to be happy at all times.

It's a blessing because the Baldwin vibe on the street is what I live for the most. I think our name is something that a lot of people get a good feeling about and brings a smile to their face, and we're very fortunate.

I'm all about people that appreciate, that are grateful, that smile, that have a sense of humour - the dirtier the laugh, the better- that's my kind of vibe... and I hope that's the kind of thing that I attract.

Everyone has different tastes and palates. Most of the time I put a smile on people's faces but sometimes you get people who have a different view and you take that on board and see what you can make of it.

He looked disheveled and disreputable, like an outlaw on the run. A smile came to his lips, while he stared at her intently. "It seems I can't stay away from you," he said.

Dane picked up on the second ring. "How's Operation Baby Rescue going?" "I've rescued the baby. Now I'd like someone to rescue me." "Miss Independent never needs to be rescued." I felt the hint of a genuine smile appear on my face, like a crack in the winter ice. "Oh, right. I forgot.

You'll get wet," Daisy protested, glancing at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. He began to laugh. "I'm not made of sugar." "Neither am I." "Yes you are," he murmured, making her blush. He smiled at the sight of her face peeking out from the folds of her coat, like a little owl in the woods.

She had made Matthew want to smile. With her luminous skin, her exotic cinnamon-colored eyes and quicksilver expressions, Daisy Bowman seemed to have come from an enchanted forest populated with mythical creatures.