Quotes About Smile

Para avaliarmos os verdadeiros sentimentos de uma pessoa acerca de uma coisa temos de nos guiar por um sorriso que lhe ilumina o rosto sem ela se aperceber.

She gave him a woman smile. Not for him, for Laurel because she scorned Laurel.

A smile, bracketing his still mouth, spread like bane over Lymond's pale face.

He smiled the smile that Zaphod had wanted to hit and this time Zaphod hit it.

The waiter smiled a polite little waiter's smile. He had almost exhausted his polite little waiter repertoire and would soon be slipping into his role of a rather tight-lipped and sarcastic little waiter.

Aynen öyle, dedi Zaphod, pek çok insan? yumuÅŸak duvarl? bir odaya kilitletecek türden bir s?r?t??la.

flashed one of those grins of his which always made people think he'd been overdoing things recently and should try to get some rest.

I'm afraid you cannot leave,' said Zarniwoop, 'you are entwined in the Improbability Field. You cannot escape.' He smiled the smile that Zaphod had wanted to hit and this time Zaphod hit it.

Not a lot, he said, and suddenly flashed one of those grins of his which always made people think he's been overdoing things recently and should try and get some rest.

the bland politician's smile of someone who knows that the bodies in the car trunk are, indeed, dead.

Why was it, Corvus wondered, as he stood before the august presence with a genial smile sculpted on his face, that one always whispered in the presence of kings and cretins?

The teeth are smiling, but is the heart?

The judge murmured with a reptilian smile:

And anyway who the devil should I want to murder?" "That would be a very good question," said Miss Marple. "I have not yet had the pleasure of sufficient conversation with you to evolve a theory as to that." Mr. Rafter's smile broadened. "Conversations with you might be dangerous," he said. "Conversations are always dangerous, if you have something to hide," said Miss Marple.

Me and Moosier here have met before—and there's no man's judgment I'd sooner take than his. If I'm not greatly mistaken, he's got something up his sleeve. Isn't that so, moosier?" Poirot smiled. "I have drawn certain conclusions—yes.

somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up. It must be very cold outside. That was why they heated the train so terribly. She tried to force the window down lower, but it would not go. The Wagon Lit conductor had come up to the two men. The train was about to depart, he said. Monsieur had better mount. The little man

Her sulky mouth twisted into a smile.

She was obviously wearing her best clothes and had the self-conscious, wooden smile on her face that so often disfigures the expression in posed photography, and makes a snapshot preferable.

They exchanged a quick smile - a brief recognition of the fact that each was glad of the other's presence

You see some of these actors, they have a permanent smile on their face. How can they do that? It really fascinates me.

Happiness is a State of Mind. It's living with Peace and Joy. It's being able to Laugh and Smile, Playing with Life, like it's a Toy.

Happiness is a state of Mind. It's living with peace and joy. It's being able to Launch and Smile, playing with life, like it's a Toy.

You can be happy all the time, If you learn to smile and not whine, Not jumping from the future to the past, Be in the NOW and make happiness last.

Right now, I'm following the Buddhist principle: Smile as abuse is hurled your way and this too shall pass.