Novel & Cerita Quotes About A Fake Smile

Each person's reaction is pure gold. The first fake witness—a middle-aged man who probably got paid fifty bucks to lie—goes pale when he sees Olivia's satisfied smile. His mouth moves silently, like he's trying to figure out how to backtrack from his earlier testimony. The second witness, a young woman with too much makeup, actually gasps out loud. "Oh my God," she breathes. "She's actually smiling. She's enjoying it." The third witness just shakes his head and pushes the phone away like it's contaminated.

I half-expected flowers to sprout on the ground wherever she walked and a coterie of singing wood woodland animals to trail behind her while she traipsed through meadows or whatever girls like her did. She stood in the corner with her friends, her face bright with animation as she laughed at something one of them said. I wondered if it was a real laugh or a fake laugh. Most laughs—hell, most people—were fake. They woke up every morning and put on a mask according to what they wanted that day and who they wanted the world to see. They smiled at people they hated, laughed at jokes that weren’t funny, and kissed the asses of those they secretly hoped to dethrone.

I say smoothly, a saccharine sweet smile curving my lips. The jab lands exactly where I want it to. His face dims, his lips parting just slightly as he exhales a slow, weighted sigh. I expect the usual jolt of triumph, that sharp lick of satisfaction that normally comes with a well-placed remark. But all it leaves behind is a bitter taste on my tongue. Fuck. "C’mon in," I say with a resigned sigh, pasting on a fake smile. "You’re already here. We might as well get this over with."

The person who has made sure to being a smile on our face, she has made the same person so sad. "Dad, don't mind it. She is just joking, she doesn't mean that at all. Just look around, all this looks heavenly beautiful I could not even dream of all this ever in my life " In an attempt to uplift his morale and bring back his lively smile I spoke some true words of praise. He gave me a fake tinted smile, caressed my head, passed a smile and gave me a hug.

''I see you smiling, widely, but you are not okay,’’ she commented keenly. ''I see you smiling, but you are side, the biggest smile you posses have the biggest sadness, are you really happy?’’ she asked the final question that left me taken aback. Am I really happy? I didn’t know the answer to, the legends always said that we should fake it until we make it, until we were in our final destination. Yeah, fake it until you make it. ''I’m fine, very fine.’’

” I bit out. She tilted her head to the side and searched my face. ”You’ve gone through more than anyone I've known and you’re still here. You might feel broken and beat, lifeless even, but you’re here. You got up and you got out of the room. But I don't want you to ever fake your smile because if you do, it might never turn real. It is better for you to frown, cry, or just stare than to fake a smile. Seeing your smile should be a gift.”

I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer. I sigh. I don't want her to know anything's off, though. I can't bring myself to talk about what happened today. I want a normal, happy call from my ever- cheerful mom. Pulling up her contact, I plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping it'll resonate in my voice. She picks up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie." "Hey," I say brightly. "How's it going? How'd the interview go?" I put her on speaker and pick at the sides of my nails, preparing myself

After seeing my mother leaving, I quickly put off my genuine smile that was only for the people that I cared for and started to put on my fake smiles in front of the people I hate. A fake smile that is always mistaken as a genuine smile. “Vivian, how come you only visit me at this time?” I pretended to sulk, making Vivian chuckle as she shook her head. “Well, I'm busy trying to get news about what happened to your Uncle who hurt you. But of course, I was worried about you deeply that I couldn't even properly sleep at night until I can give you justice.” Vivian said solemnly while looking at me with those ‘sincere’ eyes of hers.

I belonged here. Or at least, that’s what I had to make them believe. Kael leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against my ear. "Smile, sweetheart. Let them think you enjoy this." I glanced up at him, arching a brow. "And if I don’t?" His lips twitched, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Then fake it. You’re good at that, aren’t you?" I shot him a look but did as he said, painting on the kind of smile that could make people second-guess whether I was a threat or just another pretty distraction.

She has inherited fakeness from her father, Uncle Pete. Being fake is her hobby! Some strong genes, I tell you! “Hey, Laina. Same here. Looking good, Hah!” I said plastering the brightest and widest smile. My smile was so wide that I might be looking a bit creepy. My words were dipping the purest form of honey. I will not repeat my previous mistakes again! They do all the fake acts and I was always real. Hence, they look so polite and I end up being the bad guy.