I will sit in the car on the way to a meeting and just smile. I really mean that. It helps you get through life. If you have nothing to say, smile. Look up at the sky and smile. Just be grateful.
Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'
I cry at anything remotely touching - smile at me warmly and I'm off... television also does it, everything from 'X-Factor' to cereal commercials. I cry when I am tired. I also cry when I laugh.
I tend to look out for things with a resonance to my youth - artists or objects that seemed romantic all those years ago. I never buy anything purely for its value. I like possessions that smile back at me.
She's a beautiful person. She loves everyone, she always had a smile on her face.
She is not fair to outward view / As many maidens be; / Her loveliness I never knew / Until she smiled on me.
She is learning to use her left hand and relearning to use her right hand. Her personality is the same. Her intellect is the same and her smile is the same. The right side of her face is moving a little more, so she is looking like herself.
I do not need drugs to be a genius, do not take a genius to be human, but I need your smile to be happy.
I hoped I could make people smile and laugh and have a good time.
He who smiles in a crisis has found someone to blame.