Quotes About Smile

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

Don't ever tell the mother of a newborn that her baby's smile is just gas.

People smile at me as if they know me. I just smile back. They probably might know me.

I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.

It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

And that I found cleaning very peaceful and relaxing. Mrs. Bock's lips twitched ever so slightly when I said that. Almost as if she wanted to give up a smile. "Well, Sarah Jane," she said, gesturing toward the mounds of laundry against a wall. "If it is peace and relaxation you want, we have piles of it here.

And if you see me, smile and maybe give me a hug. That's important to me too.

Everyone looks so much better when they smile.

I love your smile. It brings me the most happiness in life. I love the way you talk. It echos from the bottom of my heart. I love the way you cry. It makes me want to protect you that much more. I love the way you sulk. It makes me notice my mistakes. There is no one that I'm more connected to in this whole world. No one. You're a bit careless and sometimes a bit selfish but... with all of that together-I love you.

Love is being happy making the loved ones smile.

On the very tip of his tongue is his Firerancher. Thin as tissue paper, it looks like the moon in the daytime sky. Suddenly love is looming over the car, as big and invisible as the ghost mountains of the Comobabi range. I smile at him and turn up the radio with my toes.

Around the corner from home, they stopped to buy a bottle of red wine. Arriving at her apartment door, he could hardly contain his excitement when she turned to him and smiled. "Ready to relax at my place for a while?" "I'd love nothing better than to spend more time with you." And among all the lies he'd told tonight, that was the one big truth he hoped she would remember when the shit hit the fan.

Griffin's narrow, crooked smile held a hint of derision. "You are a romantic, then." "No. Not at all. But I hold out hope that others might be.

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")

His humor was dry, private, and splendid. Sometimes he would start to chuckle. A little at a time, his lips would move from a genuine smile to a pucker. Then, instantly, he would tighten them back in, until a tiny convulsion of laughter would bring them back to the smile, and sometimes, a full grin followed by laughter.

Are any of these anxieties or beliefs about my past real? Maybe I'm just making them up?re-creating the past. I have to smile as I look at what I just wrote. I can tell when my solitary exploration becomes too threatening, or when I'm treading close to a memory too frightening to be remembered. Rather than push through unfamiliar brush, I stomp the well-worn path of "Maybe I'm making all of this up." But retreating there no longer makes sense to me.

Exude happiness and you will feel it back a thousand times.

Juniper laughed for real, but one of those fake smiles he considered a plague of the Caucasian race followed. If you're sad, be sad, he wanted to say.

There was no greater gift than making someone laugh. People who laughed were happy.

Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half all right. "I miss you already," he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter-half sadly, half-expectantly-let her go.

It's all part of a plan." He said, and smiled. "Our reward isn't here on earth. Earth barely matters. It's just a practice, this life is only a passing place, a stopping point on our journey.

He smiled again, and I felt the smile in my fingers and in the soles of my feet; it invaded me like a bad spirit, and Tiger Lily shivered

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

Have a smile for breakfast, you'll be shitting joy by lunch.