laughter, killing sadness with joy like sun gleaming through parting clouds, a silver lining to an unimaginable trauma. The light that brightens your day when you see her return the gesture.
Excercising the muscles that you use to smile reduce the same amount of serotonin in your brain as actually smiling. It’s a strange phenomenon, and one that i like a lot. If you feel sad, pretending to smile can make you happy. You should try it sometime.
Everybody always tells me I have a beautiful smile, but I think any smile, if it’s a genuine one, is gorgeous. It’s the way people’s eyes light up and just sparkle and the joy radiating off their faces. I especially love my boyfriend’s smile, when it’s real, when it’s directed at me as if I’m the only thing in the world that could possibly ever make anyone that happy. I love smiles on little kids and I like smiling at people because it’s just such a simple gesture to share the good feeling of love and happiness.
It’s good to smile, smiling means you’re happy and that life is well. When people smile it’s contagious. You can’t see someone with a big sappy smile on their face and resist the urge to smile right back. Even when in the midst of tears, or in the worst of times, there is always someone who can make everything better even just for a moment with a simple but sweet smile.
smile.. it’s a powerful thing. it’s quite contagious and can come out of nowhere. sometimes you don’t want to smile, but end up feeling that beam of sunshine stretch across your face. i feel like more people should smile. when they do, they see a whole new world. the best view of the world is from eyes that reside above a smile.
My little girl makes me smile. Everything about her from her temper tantrums to her sweet cuddles. In the mornings she wakes up so happy and she smiles when I sing to her, which no one else in the world would ever do. I am a horrible singer, but it makes her smile. She has changed my life. I love her and she always makes me smile
One of the most attractive qualities of a woman. If it’s aimed at you…forget about it. Whether playful or devious, sincere or sarcastically, if a woman smiles at you and you have an inkling that she meant it for you, then you’ve had a good day.
My dad used to say it to me every time I wanted to complain about something. Just that one word. It always worked. I miss you dad, but I know exactly what you’d say to that, and I will.
The visible expression of an internal emotion, it spreads across the face naturally and pleasantly and those around you can see it and enjoy…
It feels good to smile and it feels good to see someone who is smiling, especially if you are part of the cause of this reaction. A reaction it is, indeed, for what is the cause? That which brings the joy to mind?
Smiling should be mandiory on a daily basis. Showing your teeth, it makes you vulnerable and lets other people know you are open. If someone smiles at me, I majke sure to give them my most heart-felt smile, to let them know, theres was not wasted on a souless person.
I smile when i see your face. I can’t stop smiling when i think about you. smiling is a rare thing for me. You simply being you makes me smile every time.
Maybe things aren’t perfect. Maybe things will never, ever be perfect after I do this. But they’re both there, smiling gently, because they truly believe that it will work out alright. For a moment, as I sink a bit deeper into the cold water, I believe it too.
Your eyes were blue and the sun was in them. Your teeth are rounded on the ends and the crows feet that just barely appear made me love you even more. That’s what I remember about your smile and to remember it breaks me every time. I miss you. I’ve lost mine.
That half smile. It makes me melt. Every time you turn my way and give me that simple smile butterflies explode in my tummy. Your eyes just glissen with the joy you feel inside. It drive me crazy I just want to go up to you and kiss that little smirk that sends me to cloud nine every day. Oh how I wish you were mine so I would know I would be the reason for thats smile.
I really hate it when smiles are fake, especially in family portraits when they’re so obviously forced and people blow them up as big as they can and plaster it on the wall for everyone to have to look at. Ridiculous.
A grin, the little curve your lips make in a moment of perfect bliss. Whether brought on by a lover, best friend, teammate, co-worker or parent, it’s wonderful. Smiling is life.
Once I saw it, I knew it was different. 32 of them were showing themselves fully. The teeth that illuminated the pure smile. I grabbed her face, and leaned in for a kiss that I thirsted for. I kissed her for the first time of millions of other times.
There are no smiles around here, only propped up mouths, twisted grins, gurns and grimaces. Smiles left with the summer and summer’s long gone. Summer ticked all the boxes, it had light and trees, music in the air and such but now it’s gone and gone too are the smiles
I like hers. There’s dimples and a brightness and a genuineness that lacks in so many others. I like my own when it’s caused by hers. Yet it scares me that she was my first thought.
smile if you’re happy smile if you’re faking it smile if you need to disguise yourself from the world. everyone smiles for different reasons however you should only smile if you mean it. why be fake when you could smile for real … if someone is wasting your time why smile at all just walk away … find someone who could make you smile for the rest of your life without making you tired of them.
I hate smiling. Most of mine are fake now. You know, the smiles that you do when you are upset but you don’t want the world to know. Or the kind that you do when you really hate someone but you don’t want them to know. Yeah, all my smiles are like that now. It’s not that I want to be like this all the time. It’s just that I am.
I did this just know and what I wrote made me feel that it was imperative to do it again, hopefully sound humorous and light hearted, and destroy the image of a serious, mentally ill person my last attempt conjured.
there was no time for him to smile…he had to leave, he had to go to place where smiles had no room no place there and this was the time that matter the most. He knew that and so did she.
laughter, killing sadness with joy like sun gleaming through parting clouds, a silver lining to an unimaginable trauma. The light that brightens your day when you see her return the gesture.
Excercising the muscles that you use to smile reduce the same amount of serotonin in your brain as actually smiling. It’s a strange phenomenon, and one that i like a lot. If you feel sad, pretending to smile can make you happy. You should try it sometime.
Everybody always tells me I have a beautiful smile, but I think any smile, if it’s a genuine one, is gorgeous. It’s the way people’s eyes light up and just sparkle and the joy radiating off their faces. I especially love my boyfriend’s smile, when it’s real, when it’s directed at me as if I’m the only thing in the world that could possibly ever make anyone that happy. I love smiles on little kids and I like smiling at people because it’s just such a simple gesture to share the good feeling of love and happiness.
It’s good to smile, smiling means you’re happy and that life is well. When people smile it’s contagious. You can’t see someone with a big sappy smile on their face and resist the urge to smile right back. Even when in the midst of tears, or in the worst of times, there is always someone who can make everything better even just for a moment with a simple but sweet smile.
smile.. it’s a powerful thing. it’s quite contagious and can come out of nowhere. sometimes you don’t want to smile, but end up feeling that beam of sunshine stretch across your face. i feel like more people should smile. when they do, they see a whole new world. the best view of the world is from eyes that reside above a smile.
My little girl makes me smile. Everything about her from her temper tantrums to her sweet cuddles. In the mornings she wakes up so happy and she smiles when I sing to her, which no one else in the world would ever do. I am a horrible singer, but it makes her smile. She has changed my life. I love her and she always makes me smile
One of the most attractive qualities of a woman. If it’s aimed at you…forget about it. Whether playful or devious, sincere or sarcastically, if a woman smiles at you and you have an inkling that she meant it for you, then you’ve had a good day.
I don’t do thinking
Smile.
That thing you do when something pleases you.
Or perhaps when you want people to think you’re alright.
Your lips curve up, your eyes wrinkle…
The smile on the face of a loved one can turn your day around.
Something so simple, yet so, so complex… we can smile for any reason in the world.
One of the world’s treasures.
Teeth, gums, half moon, yours.
Peeping tongue, sunken skin, yours.
My dad used to say it to me every time I wanted to complain about something. Just that one word. It always worked. I miss you dad, but I know exactly what you’d say to that, and I will.
The visible expression of an internal emotion, it spreads across the face naturally and pleasantly and those around you can see it and enjoy…
It feels good to smile and it feels good to see someone who is smiling, especially if you are part of the cause of this reaction. A reaction it is, indeed, for what is the cause? That which brings the joy to mind?
Ugh this reminds me of that really terrible Uncle Kraker (sp?) song. The background singers are just torture. I refuse to do this word.
Smiling should be mandiory on a daily basis. Showing your teeth, it makes you vulnerable and lets other people know you are open. If someone smiles at me, I majke sure to give them my most heart-felt smile, to let them know, theres was not wasted on a souless person.
Baby, when u smile I smile. It’s amazing how your smile can make me so damn happy boy. Don’t ever stop smiling like you do.
I smile when i see your face. I can’t stop smiling when i think about you. smiling is a rare thing for me. You simply being you makes me smile every time.
Maybe things aren’t perfect. Maybe things will never, ever be perfect after I do this. But they’re both there, smiling gently, because they truly believe that it will work out alright. For a moment, as I sink a bit deeper into the cold water, I believe it too.
Your eyes were blue and the sun was in them. Your teeth are rounded on the ends and the crows feet that just barely appear made me love you even more. That’s what I remember about your smile and to remember it breaks me every time. I miss you. I’ve lost mine.
Never had I seen her smile, until the day the casket was closed.
That half smile. It makes me melt. Every time you turn my way and give me that simple smile butterflies explode in my tummy. Your eyes just glissen with the joy you feel inside. It drive me crazy I just want to go up to you and kiss that little smirk that sends me to cloud nine every day. Oh how I wish you were mine so I would know I would be the reason for thats smile.
I really hate it when smiles are fake, especially in family portraits when they’re so obviously forced and people blow them up as big as they can and plaster it on the wall for everyone to have to look at. Ridiculous.
A smile is a simple gift. It costs nothing yet it provides so much happiness.
A passing stranger giving you a smile as a thank you for holding open a door.
I’m not really feeling the word smile at the moment please try again later.
A grin, the little curve your lips make in a moment of perfect bliss. Whether brought on by a lover, best friend, teammate, co-worker or parent, it’s wonderful. Smiling is life.
Once I saw it, I knew it was different. 32 of them were showing themselves fully. The teeth that illuminated the pure smile. I grabbed her face, and leaned in for a kiss that I thirsted for. I kissed her for the first time of millions of other times.
There are no smiles around here, only propped up mouths, twisted grins, gurns and grimaces. Smiles left with the summer and summer’s long gone. Summer ticked all the boxes, it had light and trees, music in the air and such but now it’s gone and gone too are the smiles
I like hers. There’s dimples and a brightness and a genuineness that lacks in so many others. I like my own when it’s caused by hers. Yet it scares me that she was my first thought.
smile if you’re happy smile if you’re faking it smile if you need to disguise yourself from the world. everyone smiles for different reasons however you should only smile if you mean it. why be fake when you could smile for real … if someone is wasting your time why smile at all just walk away … find someone who could make you smile for the rest of your life without making you tired of them.
Everytime she smiles at me
It cracks me wide open
makes the world go around <3
I hate smiling. Most of mine are fake now. You know, the smiles that you do when you are upset but you don’t want the world to know. Or the kind that you do when you really hate someone but you don’t want them to know. Yeah, all my smiles are like that now. It’s not that I want to be like this all the time. It’s just that I am.
I did this just know and what I wrote made me feel that it was imperative to do it again, hopefully sound humorous and light hearted, and destroy the image of a serious, mentally ill person my last attempt conjured.
He smiled at her, “you know i love you right?” He asked.
“Have my friends been telling you to say that?”
“No i said it because i need to.”
smile like you mean it.
A grin spreads across y face. M wole body relaxs and feel so cozy and warm. It’s not fake or forced: It genuine, real. I smile at the world.
Test, test…..1…2…..3…..smile!
Smile though your heart is aching, smile even though it’s breaking. Just SMILE.
there was no time for him to smile…he had to leave, he had to go to place where smiles had no room no place there and this was the time that matter the most. He knew that and so did she.
I love cheese, but I hate that I’m expected to say “cheese” when someone wants to take my photograph. If you want me to smile, just ask.
A happy thing to do when you are feeling lovely. An expression of joy or a faked grin. Either way it is pleasing to look at.