Quotes About Smile

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

If there is anything you can do, it may just be to smile for them. Because when you smile, the world seems just a little kinder. For you to just be yourself is a very important thing, I think.

My wish can't be granted by the King. Because... it's that you'll always be happy and smile.

Appearances matter — and remember to smile.

Some mornings I walked out into the courtyard and every living thing there, the seagulls and wagtails, the small trees, and even the stray blades of grass seemed to smile and shine in the sun. It was at such times, when I perceived the beauty of even this small, closed-in corner of the world, that I knew that some day my people and I would be free.

The one thing in life that costs us nothing is a smile - give it away and makes someones day.

nadie tiene derecho a sonreír en un mundo podrido como éste salvo que tenga pacto con el Diablo

He had an anxious smile on his face. And he was clutching a letter in his hand.

I have yet to meet a servant of Whitehall that did not have a serpent's smile. Men with power have much to lose, and will do much to hold on to it should be threatened.

Behind her smile, her thoughts whirred like a pole lathe, back and forth, shaving the layers.

She looked up, expecting Aoifre. It was Uaithne. She leaned against the fence; her hood was drawn and snow clung to her hair. Her skin was creamy, fresh, with a delicate flush of exertion, and very smooth. Her gloves were tucked under her belt, next to her knife. The carving on the bone handle was smooth with use. She smiled.

In my imagination I smiled back at her, then found I was smiling down at her because she was in a wheelchair.

He smiled again, pleased but it didn't hide the tightness in his jaw, the worry and the weariness.

Her bright red lipstick couldn't hide the fatigue in her smile.

Edwin smiled at her, that spreading, lard-melt smile of a king roping his subject, harnessing her to his purpose.

She smiled, but it was a disturbing, hard flexing of bane and muscle.

She looked like a tear-streaked maid sleepless under the weight on unbearable knowledge. She smiled.

She smiled to herself at the sudden shyness that fell on the two girls as she walked away.

Her mother sighed, then smiled a slow, regretful, entirely human smile that made Hild like her.

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.

You might have been talking gibberish, but your smile was radiant.

Gwladus smiled, that rich slow curve that blotted out everything but right here, right now, then leaned in and kissed her.

My face is my most useful tool. I made it smile.

The air in her lungs evaporated in a puff she turned to a laugh, and she sat down. Breathed. Smiled.