Quotes About Smiling

Still smiling she carried the TV through the doorway; then she gave it the strongest heave she could manage... When it hit Alan's oversized brick barbecue and the glass front of the TV smashed, Leslie didn't think she'd ever heard a more satisfying sound.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

What are you smiling about?" Benedict demanded. She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise.

A worthy old scholar, criticising the king's penmanship, pointed out a fault. He, smiling, erased the word, but when the critic was gone, began to restore it, remarking that it was right, but it was better to spoil paper than the self-confidence of an old man.

Ma vie est un désastre, mais personne ne le voit car je suis très poli : je souris tout le temps. Je souris parce que je pense que si l'on cache sa souffrance elle disparaît. Et dans un sens, c'est vrai : elle est invisible donc elle n'existe pas, puisque nous vivons dans le monde du visible, du vérifiable, du matériel. Ma douleur n'est pas matérielle ; elle est occultée. Je suis un négationniste de moi-même

That old saw about smiling when you're sad left out the real point- that it kills you to do it.

Arthur Bradford stood by the bus door, microphone in hand. Brother Chance was behind him, smiling in that the-camera-might-be-on-me, gee-isn't-the-candidate-brilliant mode of the political underling. On his right was Terence Edwards, Brenda's cousin. He too beamed with a smile about as natural as Joe Biden's hairline. Both of them were wearing those goofy political Styrofoam hats that looked like something a barbershop quartet might sport. The

When I first started training, my trainer told me to stop smiling so much. It was just fun to me. I couldn't help it.

Doctor Prunesquallor was running a long tapering finger up and down a stalactite of wax and smiling horribly.

She didn't know what made him happy, though … and she couldn't remember him doing any of those things – laughing, smiling or being silly – for quite a while. From some time before Mom left, in fact. Was that why she'd gone? Because he hadn't laughed any more? Would you leave someone because of something like that? Did you have to keep laughing and smiling and seeming happy or else people would leave you?

And how shall you pay, gentlemen?" enquired Elric politely, still smiling.

Just a wee cot-the crickets chirr-love and the smiling face of her.

I love playing the bad guy getting away with stuff. I was that kid who learned from my older brothers who got away with everything by smiling.

You are an abomination before God. Jesus loves you too, I said smiling.

The expression on Nixon's face signaled apprehension. He had a way of smiling with his mouth but not his eyes, Butterfield noticed.

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

The little man was all smiling acquiescence.

What?" she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. He shook himself. "What what?" "You're smiling. That scares me.

Other sink," I said, smiling at his presumption that he would get drawers at my place, too, and his scowl when he couldn't find them.

Wager: It's good to see you smiling. Connor: There's not a whole hell of a lot to smile about. Some freak of nature attacked me today, my best friend has run off with the key, and I need to get laid.

Good morning, Miss Tramell," he replied, smiling. He was an older gentleman, with a liberal sprinkling of white in his red hair. I liked him for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he'd been driving Gideon around since grade school and genuinely cared for him.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. -- from Lady Lazarus, written 23-29 October 1962

But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage— My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.