Quotes About Smile

Mulder gave a crooked smile of welcome. 'Sorry,' he said, 'Nobody down here but the F.B.I.'s most unwanted.

You are never fully dressed until you put on a smile!

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind, and then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!

How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!

I didn't know that cats could grin.' 'They all can,' said the Duchess, 'and most of 'em do.

I'm not that kind of Indian," Shanti said, her practiced smile never leaving her face, though it faltered just a bit, and in that slight wobble was something hard and angry, something that looked like centuries of colonial oppression boiling up into an I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass-in-this-pageant-and-then-take-over-all-your-beauty-out-sourcing-needs hatred.

They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

Gonzo narrows his eyes. 'How often do you clean that thing?' 'Every night,' the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. 'That's it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot lamps, even with ice?' Here we go. 'It can happen in just five hours. Five hours and you've got the salad bar of death!' The waitress looks confused. 'From Listerine?

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally's fresh cup of coffee.

Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it. You'll make a fine governess. My words are like a slap. I know, she answers, a slap of her own.

No. It is impossible to maintain a smile in my brother's presence. Monks haven't the sort of patience required.

Mr. Babcock pats my shoulder. He smiles, and the caterpillar mustache — the envy of state troopers everywhere, I'm sure — straightens out again. I hear that on the weekends, he's a part-time security guard with mirrored sunglasses and a gun. He probably poses in front of his bathroom mirror to see how he looks saying Freeze!

Ohmigosh. No food at all." Tiara sank down on the sand as if the full weight of their predicament had finally hit her. She blinked back tears. And then that megawatt smile that belonged on cereal boxes across the nation reappeared. "I am going to be so superskinny by pageant time!

Ling's smile was big and goofy. Henry whistled. That smile of yours is a real beauty. Ling shook her head, letting her hair cover her face. It's stupid. Right. What I meant to say is, that stupid smile of yours is a real beauty. This time, Ling actually giggled. The creature laughs! Henry said. I'm not such a killjoy! Actually, you are. A bit. Hey!

Before you know it, you'll be smiling at her across the breakfast table. I don't smile, Cahill said, though he was having to fight his amusement. So you'll be scowling at her across the breakfast table. That isn't my point.

She smiled in the darkness. "It is a magic dick," she teased, hoping she could get a laugh out of him. "No magic involved. It's just angles and self-control, honey, angles and self-control. But you can think I have a magic dick as long as you want to.

He smiled, his red lips stretching over his teeth, and he said, 'Hello, Mother'.

I'm calling the police, she said, showing him the phone in her hand. He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. You don't need the police. No, of course she didn't How silly.

It's daylight. Shouldn't you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don't you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it stashed, anyway? I've never owned a coffin, he admitted, unable to hold back a smile.

You were the one who brightened up the dull days, Gram, Hadleigh thought now. You, with your love and your laughter and with that magical smile of yours.

Steven Fairfax was nothing but a saddle-bum—maybe he was even wanted by the law—and bathing him was not a ladylike thing to do. Still, there was the way he smiled. And that glint of mischief in his eyes, overpowering the pain he must be enduring. And the soft, distinctly Southern way he spoke—it was like listening to warm rain fall on the summerhouse roof. Emma

Comedy, we may say, is society protecting itself - with a smile.