Quotes About Smiling

Nancy smiled. She couldn't remember smiling so much. Not with her husband or son. Perhaps she had taken life too seriously when they were alive. Or maybe she had not noticed them as much as she should have.

The eagle is Lord Zeus's bird. We can't just ignore it. Ah, what does it mean ?" "What it means ," I said, smiling, "is that you and I have just seen either the world's most unmistakable omen or the world's most nearsighted eagle.

Now she was smiling. "And while you're at it," she said, "here's another one for you. Theodicy. That's another word Leibniz used. As long as you have the dictionary out, you might as well look 'em both up." She sipped her tea. "He wrote a whole book about it, as a matter of fact.

When I look out at the people and they look at me and they're smiling, then I know that I'm loved. That is the time when I have no worries, no problems.

It hurts to see what civilization has done to reduce (within 100km) a princess to the status of a rag picker and make smiling nymph of nature a toothless old crone.

My skin may have wrinkles but it's because I'm smiling so much. That might sound like some terrible American greetings card, but I feel it's immoral for me to castigate my body for getting older, when it does everything I ask of it.

Se asombraba algunas veces de las atroces conjeturas que se le pasaban por la cabeza; y tenía que seguir sonriendo, oír cómo le repetían lo feliz que era, fingir serlo, hacerlo creer.

I'd rather die smiling. And running makes me smile.

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Even if we lose the wealth of thousands, and our life is sacrificed, we...should keep smiling and be cheerful keeping our faith in God and Truth.

It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

What love it to me...is his happiness. I'm not like you where I fall in love so I can be happy. All I need is for him to be smiling.

You know, I've got wrinkles on my forehead and smile lines, but what's wrong with that? I love to smile.

Love is like smiling, it never fades and is contagious.

My mother is not smiling; Chinese do not smile for photographs. Their faces command relatives in foreign lands - 'Send money' - and prosperity for ever - 'Put food in front of this picture.' My mother does not understand Chinese- American snapshots. 'What are you laughing at?' she asks. (1983: 58)

On late evenings when quiet inhabits my garden when grass sleeps and streets are only paths for silent mist I seem to remember Smiling.

I did know some people who would receive me, but reluctantly, because I had nothing to offer company save a long face and a self-pitying heart, and I had no intention of changing either. Black Americans of my generation didn't look kindly on public mournings except during or immediately after funerals. We were expected by others and by ourselves to lighten the burden by smiling, to deflect possible new assaults by laughter. Hadn't it worked for us for centuries? Hadn't it?

His accent was delicious. A result of British deliberateness changed by the rhythm of an African tongue and the grace of African lips. I moved away after smiling, needing to sit apart and collect myself. I had not met such a man.

I am an ambassador, Akretenesh warned me, anger bringing his confidence back. You cannot shoot. I don't mean to, I reassured him, still smiling. I adopted his soothing tones. Indeed, you are the only man I won't shoot. But if I aimed at anyone else, it might give others a dangerously mistaken sense of their own safety. I raised my voice a trifle, though it wasn't really necessary. We will have another vote, Xorcheus. They elected me Sounis. It was unanimous.

In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.

Suddenly I saw in front of me the Statue of the Faun, the Statue that I love above all others. There was his calm, faintly smiling face; there was his forefinger gently pressed to his lips. [...] Hush! he told me. Be comforted!

There was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light. I cannot say we quarreled upon this point, for she would not quarrel upon any. It was, of course, very unfair of me to press her, very ill-bred, but I really could not help it; and I might just as well have let it alone. What she did tell me amounted, in my unconscionable estimation--to nothing.

The moonlight streaming through the sheer draperies revealed Taylor smiling, boneless and peaceful in Will's embrace. The most dangerous man Will knew rested sweetly in his arms, trusting him with his love as he trusted Will to guard his life. It was beyond precious. Life, love, was made up of fragile moments like these. Fragile as Paris moonlight.

So I drove off that day with precious cargo in the back of my truck: three flats of Edwin Plank's lovingly tended daughter plants—"my good daughters," he called them—headed for Smiling Hills Farm.