Quotes About Smile

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

The gardener Adam and his wifeSmile at the claims of long descent.

She was living in a time when historically it was permissible to smile like that above the face of someone who had died a violent death.

The world, she said and smiled. Bounteous. But that's what it's all about, isn't it? What? he said. The world being bounteous? No, she said. What we believe is happening.

When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles. When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles so broad and bright that the angel guarding the gate to Eden puts down his fiery sword. I've been to busy to get to Eden. What kind of man is too busy to make God smile?

Cuando recibió el primer disparo, no le dolió nada. Por un instante creyó que tenía una flor grande, roja y caliente sobre el pecho, la quiso coger para llevarle a su madre, pero estaba maniatado; sin embargo, todos le vieron sonreír, y cayó muerto. De 'Tobita', p.48.

A bright smile today pushes towards a better one tomorrow.

He smiles then exhales a tiny tornado. I wonder if his ribs are big enough for how he feels. His body is radiating something, but I can't tell what.

In the steady light of her power,she pressed a kiss upon his mouth and breathed two words into the soft caress."Amore mio." She felt his arms circle her,his lips curling into a smile against her own. "In Russian," she added ,"it is lyubov moya.

He gave her his half-smile and the sad curve of it pierced her heart.

Happiness isn't the easiest thing to find, but one place you're guaranteed to find it is in a friend's smile.

I heard someone's playing hooky,' Zach told me. He smiled. Standing there, it felt almost like nothing bad had ever happened- or would ever happen again 'There's a boy in my life,' I told him. 'He's a very bad influence.' Then Zach nodded. 'Bad boys have a way of doing that. But they're worth it.

And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

I have to smile. He's such a dork. But I'm starting to realize the one good thing that's happened: he's my dork.

When his phone rang, he had to dig through his pocket to find it, and his fingers brushed against a pair of tiny earbuds he and Kat had last used in Monte Carlo. Hale smiled a little, realizing he hadn't worn the tux in ages. It was just one of many ways his life had change in the years since a girl named Katarina Bishop crawled into his window and into his life." — Double Crossed by Ally Carter

Across the room, Hale smiled slightly. 'We can draw you a diagram if you need it.' 'No thanks,' Nick said. 'I think I've got everyone but you.

I smile. I lie.

On most guys, Hale's smile would have looked sheepish. On him, it was so roguishly charming that Kat's heart actually skipped a beat.

Taccone smiled. "And you've come here alone," he said, but it was really a question. "Now, I could say yes, and have you think I'm lying." She took a step forward, ran her hand across the baby-soft leather of a wingback chair. "Or I could say no, and have you think I'm bluffing. So maybe I'll just say . . . no comment.

A good thief is always a great liar. It's part of the skill set, the tools, the craft. And at that moment, Kat thought it was probably a very good thing she'd walked away from the life, because when she said, "No," Hale just smiled wider.

The boy doesn't wink, but he gives me the kind of smile that goes with one.

Zach!" I didn't care that I was yelling. I ran to him. He propped himself up on one elboe and gave me a sleepy smile. "You work me," he said. "You're not supposed to be in thid part of the school," I said. He took my hand, held it against his chest, and said, "Spy.

But when Mr. Stein sipped his hot coffee and watched Kat drink hers, he smiled the way he might if he saw a replica of his favorite childhood toy in a shop window—happy that something he loved wasn't entirely gone from the world.

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.