Quotes About Grin

She tried to grin, grateful. Of course: fund raising. The core of every job description in the nation, from schoolchildren on up to the president.

Sully grinned down at her. "We wear the chains we forge in life, old girl." Miss Beryl blinked. "Who'd have thunk it? A literary allusion from the lips of Donald Sullivan. I don't suppose you remember who said that." "You did," Sully reminded her. "All through eighth grade.

My brother broke into a toothy grin. Yay! Your brain works!

She blinked. Hmm? Oh, don't care. What did Anubis look like to you? What did... he looked like a guy. So? A good-looking guy, or a slobbering dog-headed guy? I guess... Not the dog-headed guy. I knew it! Sadie pointed at me as if she'd won an argument. Good-looking. I knew it! And with a ridiculous grin, she spun around and skipped into the house. My sister, as I may have mentioned, is a little strange.

Facinating. He broke into a wide grin. I've discovered something, Khufu. This is not Memphis, Egypt. Khufu gave me a sideways look, and I could swear his expression meant, Duh. I've also discovered a new form of magic called blues music, the man continued. And barbecue. Yes, you must try barbecue.

I keep thinking about fire," Piper said. "How we expect Leo to beat this giant because he's…" "Hot?" Leo suggested with a grin. "Um, let's go with flammable.

Nico grinned, which hurt his face muscles. He wasn't used to making that expression.

No, no! I'll carry the waste bucket. No one will ever suspect Prince Temnos would do that, will they?" His grin heartens me. We

His brow raised in wonder. "You're very understanding, Miss Fleming." Erienne laughed to hide her confusion. "My brother is of a different opinion." "Brothers generally are." The grin came back as she lifted her gaze, and his eyes moved leisurely over the fragile features, pausing at length on her soft red lips. -Christopher & Erienne

I found something Simon said as he walked in. He whipped out an old-fashioned key from his pocket and grinned at me. It was taped to the back of my dresser drawer. What do you think? Buried treasure? Secret passageway? Locked room where they keep crazy old Aunt Edna? It probaly unlocks another dresser, Tori said. One they threw out fifty years ago. Its tragic, being born without an imagination. Do they hold telethons for that?

He smiled. Hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug.

It was long past lunch time, but there were people at nearly every table, more milling around with trays. I stayed back just inside the door and scanned the sea of faces. Beside me, Simon murmured. One, two, three-- There, I grunted and strode toward Chloe's table. Damn, he said as he jogged to keep up. Three seconds. That's a record. I scowled at him. What? he said. It's cute. My scowl deepened. So cute, he said, grinning. Incredibly, adorably cute.

Our eyes met and his grin stretched another quarter-inch. Another schoolgirl flip--followed by a very un-schoolgirl wave of heat. He leaned even farther over the boards, lips parting to say something. Hey, Kris! someone yelled behind him. If you want to flirt with Eve, tell her to meet you in the penalty box. You'll be back there soon enough.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory." He threw an arm around me, a half-embrace, whispering, "Good work," and I started to shake a little. It was over. Our ordeal was almost over. Except it wasn't. Our real problems--being subjects in a supernatural experiment--had only begun.

I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping. "I have got to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.

He wore an old T-shirt with the sleeves torn off, and his lean muscles moved under coppery skin. He had a tattoo on the inside of his forearm--a small one that looked like raven wings. When he turned around, I caught the faint edge of another tattoo on his shoulder peeking from under his shirt. He glanced over, like he'd sensed me looking. When I didn't turn away, he grinned and mouthed something I didn't catch, probably didn't want to.

See if you can find a license or registration in the glove box. The cops are going to get an anonymous tip about this guy." Sam grinned as I started the truck. "You can be seriously awesome sometimes, Maya." She paused. "And I mean that in a totally non-girl-crush kind of way." "You don't have to clarify that." "Yeah, usually I do.

Will that branch hold two?" I said, looking at it. "Maybe. The question is whether you're willing to risk it." I swung onto the branch and started sidling out. He grinned. " Dumb question, wasn't it?" "It was." "You can't resist me." "No, I can't resist a dare.

Monika answered for her father. Giving Walter a conspiratorial grin, she said: "Daddy used to say that if the tsar had been born to a different station in life, he might, with an effort, have become a competent postman.

Whenever she grinned, her entire face appeared to crinkle.

War is a game that is played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can.

Smile is a talent, few don't have.

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.