Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was...
Just one smileImmensely increases the beauty Of the universe.
Take the road less traveled…there’s less traffic!!!
The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.
The mask’s back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.
Since there are thousands of reasons to be happy, let us smile so many thousands times!
A beautiful smile without any reason is the smile of the existence!
To smile is to turn the lights on, the lights of existence within you!
Again with that slow, lordly smile. Perfectly shaped for Luc’s fist.
That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.
when he smiles it’s as if you’d just told him the first joke on earth.
If sharks could smile, they’d smile like he was now.
They made a major mistake,” he blurted out, “the dumb bastards, when they didn’t start by killing you first.””Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone’s ever given me.”I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.”You know,” I whispered, “a year ago, I would have sold my...
your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.
Don’t cry after my death . with smiling face send me to heaven.
Many people experience the travesty of regret in their end days; the realization that nothing held them back, that nothing was in their way, that there is no one to blame, only themselves. Don’t just sit by waiting for your life to happen, make it happen! Don’t just hope your dreams will come alive, breathe...
A smile is the most beautiful colour in the world.
The wine god sighed. ‘Oh Hades if I know. But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount...
They had been there. I had seen my mother’s anxious face, desperate to catch my eye and give me a warm smile. I had tried to smile back, but I had not known how. That old curse again. How to smile. If I smiled too broadly it might look like triumphalism; if I smiled too...
Song of myselfSmile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset–earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and...
It was her smile. It was the teacher she was, but also the person she was.
Every plain wall deserves a piece of work, so why not cover it with a smile?