Novel & Cerita Quotes About Smile For Him

she remarked, her eyes taking in the tranquility of the setting. Ermanno, his face still set in a serious expression, merely nodded in response. Unable to resist breaking the tension, Celine teased him, "Frowning gives you wrinkles, you know." The corners of his lips twitched, and Ermanno finally spoke, his voice laced with amusement, "Oh really?" "It's actually proven that smiling keeps you looking younger," Celine quipped, a playful glint in her eye. "You should smile more often, it suits you."

I stared into space as I thought hard. "What?"He snapped me out of my thoughts, I turned to look at him and he had a confused look on his face. "You asked what else could bring a smile to my face and I listed them for you, and there are lots more thing....Money, yes!!! Money can definitely bring a smile to my face, if you want me to be happy or keep me happy just give me money, oh good lord I love money so much." I moaned and he shook his head at me while laughing.

He smiled, holding my hand, his fingers running through mine. "I didn't know I'd be so distracting to you," she smiled. “Who could have such beauty and not be distracted by it?” He smiled, looking at me. “Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” I smiled and I could feel my cheeks burning. "You're ashamed... that's the best of it." He smiled, kissing my forehead. "Yeah, those things make me ashamed," she smiled, trying not to look at him. "So... if I win today, what will I get?" he asked with a smile.

“Ok.” He stares at me for a long moment, then lets me go, and we both return to our seats, both of us leaning back against the cushions. Then he smiles, the grin stretching across his face as each second passes. How can he smile? Nothing about this is smile worthy. “What are you smiling about?” I grumble. “Well,” he says, laughing. “I’m two for two.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I frown.

“I think that's where you're doing it wrong. Don't do it for him, do it for you.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “When we do things for people, we do it under a lot of pressure, thereby making mistakes. But when we do it for ourselves. We flourish at it.” I said to him, “why are you smiling?” I asked him. “You are both beautiful and with brains. Wasn't sure until now.” He said, smirking. “What!!” I said hitting his shoulder. He shrugged it off, and I got pissed. I took one of the bouncing pillows and hit it with him.

His gruff sleep drawn voice rang out. “I know, but I like to watch you smile in your sleep. Do you know that is the only real time you really smile?” I asked him as I rest my head on my crossed arms, over his chest. “Net (pronounced Nee-yet). The only reason I smile is you. You cloud my sleep and my life with happiness and I can not do nothing else but smile.” He said plastering on an award winning grin. “You are such a smooth talker. So, what time do we need to leave?” I ask trying to untangle myself from his.

"I’m just going to... take my leave now. Thanks for the bed, I guess." She made it to the door, but then she stopped. Something about the way he was standing there, so isolated and cold, made her turn back slowly. "You know," she started, her voice gaining a bit of unexpected strength. "You should probably try smiling more often. Even though you’re... well, handsome, I guess, smiling actually makes you look human. You don't have to be a total grump all the time. I know your childhood was trash, trust me, I get it, same here, but stop being so miserable."

His thumb lingered near the corner of my eye, and that smile God, that dangerous smile spread across his face. “For every guy you smile at,” he said softly, “you’ll shed a tear.” The words hit like a curse. My heart sank, heavy and cold. So this was my punishment for smiling. Fear tightened around my chest until I could barely breathe. Was I supposed to never smile again? Never look at anyone?

he said "Why? Anything special? "Yes but a surprise. So be there" "Well... I can't promise you anything but I'll try to be there" " Okay" " Time? "Oh yes... 11am" "Really? Okay" "Give me your hand" "No" "Please... " " Why? "I want to hold the beautiful hands of my lovely wife" I blushed and smiled. " That's more like it" he chuckled " What's more like it? "Your smile. I miss it... Even your smirk"

“Well, if you don’t speak, I could punish you then so you have no choice really.” “Oh boy,” I whispered, about to roll my eyes but quickly managed to stop myself. “It’s just that…I’ve never seen your smile. I—I didn't even know you were capable of that.” He smirked, taking a sip from his glass. “My goodness, you seem determined to shorten your lifespan. Besides, haven't I left in front of you before?" I shrugged. "Well that was a laughter for something funny I did. But this...a completely genuine smile from your heart."