Smile - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Your daughter smiles because she is a child, inside is pain and hurt from all that has gone before. It is the way of children. It is for the adults to know this and to show the kind of patient and reliable love they need. Only then can a child show their real selves, allowing the damage to rise to the surface. It comes in waves; it comes in times of safety, hiding beneath the giggles in-between."
“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
I can tell just by the way she walks that she’s insecure; her shoulders are hunched over as if hiding the treasure inside of her. Her footsteps are light and timid as she slowly approaches, watching me through skittish wide eyes. I can only imagine what might be going through her mind, thoughts like, what does she think of me? Oh, I’m so ugly! Does she like me? Will I say the right thing? I know those thoughts all too well. I smile at her, hoping to lighten the burden she carries on herself. Then something amazing happens, like a light turning on in a dark room, her eyes lighten and she smiles back. Wow, I wonder, smiles really do have power. They can reach places the sun can’t and warm the very soul.
"Levi was smiling.
Perhaps 'smile' wasn't the right word for it -- the top row of teeth was showing, and there was a faint curve to the lips, but there was no crease below the eyes, no movement of the cheeks. On anyone else, it would be a grimace, at best. On this face, however, it was a sign of bliss."
The way his lips lifted upward. The way his one dimple crinkles. The way his teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow his happiness gives. His smile is a ray of sunshine, and I am a sunburn.
Her smile died faster than wisps of smoke dissipated after a candle flame has been snuffed out.
She was smiling a little, a smile with a twist to it, like the smile of a child who is determined not to weep.
His soft lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach his dark eyes. They were lit with sadness, and the forced expression of the contrary on his mouth would have looked comical to me if it didn't make my heart feel heavy. For a few moments I stared at him, almost sure his expression mirrored mine. It broke my heart. I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want to turn into a random image that floated in the pool of his memory. I didn't want to be the smile that squeezed his chest somewhere far away. I didn't want him to go. I wanted his smile to stay.
His mouth twitched, and I was pretty sure he was fighting a smile.
There was something about the way he smiled; the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of his stomach and the way the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in his heart. He had the kind of smile that made you feel happy to be alive and just that little bit more human.
He has the most wonderful eyes – they are blue, mostly, but darken to grey in correspondence to his mood. He seldom smiles with his lips, but it is his eyes that shine instead, and it is this radiance that makes every man and woman who sees it feel the irresistible impulse to smile, too, for this smiling of the eyes is the most sincere and pure emotion that my husband would show, even if he didn’t want to show it. The eyes never lie – if I could say but four words to advise one on how to understand my husband’s thoughts, those would be the four I’d choose.
That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew. But it took several months before I returned that smile.
Her smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them. It was like the sun opened its eager light to shine about her, only brightening her perfectly aligned teeth.
As soon as you smiled at me, my fear whisked away like a bunch of fruit-flies caught in a heavy gust of wind. Excitement rushed through my veins. Happiness flared in your eyes and for the first time in a while it began to in mine too. Even if the world around me started collapsing, my heart would not get crushed as long as I was looking at you.
The corners of her mouth lift up into a smile and it hurts because the cut on her swelling lip but she doesn’t care. She lets her smile widen into a brilliant grin that has Sander beaming at her. She’s laughing now, feeling absolutely delirious.
Warm, vivacious, gregarious, creepy, bright, brave, cunning, cold professional, barely suppressed, forced, icy, small and prim, poisonously sweet. Smiled weakly, grinned like a Cheshire cat, grinning inanely, sly smirk, infectious grin, smiled like the cat who got the cream, a grim smile of satisfaction, he wore what he clearly though was a winning smile, broad grin, the kind of smile that shows all of your teeth, face lit up, placating smile, smiled despite himself,
It wasn't the kind of smile my co-workers wore to great customers, it was the kind of smile a mother bestows on her child when they help to pick up a friend who has fallen. I faltered. It was not a smile that belonged on his craggy face. Then it hit me. He was proud of the man I'd become. He'd posted my bail more times than I care to confess, but now as I stood covered in grease from a hard day fixing cars, dirty nails and bags under my eyes, he clapped me on the shoulder and passed me a beer.
When someone smiled at me it was like for a split second everything stopped and their smile pierced through all the bad in my life and all was well again.
The man looks like he's been playing soccer for his entire half-century, or at least since he mastered walking. Under that suit is a lithe body that knows how to play and his face backs that up. Within his brown and mobile face are eyes that twinkle. In just moments his mouth gives up on the stoicism his colleagues project, breaking into a boyish grin. He's a guy I can imagine having a beer with, so when the next cashier comes free I let the person behind me go instead. I want the man with the smile.
Adam paused, head tilted toward the already black sky. The moonlight streamed down upon his wintry pale skin. He pointed to the moon, the shape of his lips reflecting the crescent above. "Finders keepers, losers weepers. There, it's mine. That's settled. How much do you think I can sell it for?"
When Jackson walks in he looks different and to begin with I can't place why. His coveralls are the same - over washed orange with more grease marks than my nan's chip fryer. He has the same bizarre three day stubble (how we never see him on days one or two baffles me). But without getting any closer I get the first clues... there is an undertone of cologne instead of festering body odour and his mouth is different. Instead of being flat, almost comically straight, his lips form a smooth curve, a perfect parabola. Something here doesn't add up. Jackson is about as appealing as a mange ridden old goat and here he is showing all the signs of someone with a new love interest...
Her smile shone like stars after dark, with no city lights to dim them. For in that moment time stopped to stare and admire her. Despite everything she's been going through, she still persisted to smile and be the one thing that brightened up even the saddest of days.
The smile of Reginald Clarke was the smile of a conqueror.
Smile that brings memories back is the hardest smile on the earth.
smile, grin, smirk, lips curled upwards, lips curved upwards, bright, sunny, beautiful, half-grin. Her lips quirked upwards in a joyous smile. gaily, half-smile, sneer, dazzling, sparkling, glittering, hideous, disturbing, frightening. He smiled cruelly but it refused to reach his blood shot eyes. gorgeous, blinding, adorable, charming, seductively, alluringly. She grinned to reveal straight, pearly teeth.
A deep curve on her lips makes the world stop around her. a smile that brings back a million memories in a split second. The precious dimple that crinkles skips a beat.. She has a smile that makes you feel happy about being alive just a bit more human.
Kelso's smile was as warm as hour old coffee, limp, anaemic. Olivia took a small step backwards, making an effort to keep her own smile in tact.
Chanyeol's mind replayed the memory from the evening again and again. Baekhyun was smiling, and it was real. Not the fake, forced ones he would usually direct towards him. He looked happy, and there was that sparkle in his eyes that seemed so off whenever Chanyeol was around. Baekhyun... looked like the Baekhyun who Chanyeol had thought he has lost. He had missed this so much, this free version of the smaller. He should thank that woman for bringing Baekhyun out of his shell. It was only because of her that he was able to witness that beautiful smile he was yearning to see.
He should be happy right? Should be grateful. But he was not.
He was angry, bitter, lost, he was everything but that. He felt hurt, betrayed. And above all, he felt sad and guilty. Sad because Baekhyun wasn't smiling because of him. And guilty because he was never there to make him smile.