Make Her Smile Quotes

She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.

[On her mother:] My relationship with her is close, painful, and skaky, and I always have to keep searching for a sign of love. Everything I do, I do to please her, to make her smile, to ward off her fury. This work is extremely exhausting.

Every girl needs a bestfriend to help her laugh when she thinks she`ll never smile again

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

If you haven't seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven't seen her smile her prettiest.

If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life giving speeches.

The element of chance in basic research is overrated. Chance is a lady who smiles only upon those few who know how to make her smile.

You're never fully dressed without a smile.

You make me want to be a better man.

She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.

Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.

A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

And so let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love, and once we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch.

Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.

If he looked into her face, he would see those haunted, loving eyes. The hauntedness would irritate him - the love would move him to fury. How dare she love him? Hadn't she any sense at all? What was he supposed to do about that? Return it? How? What could his calloused hands produce to make her smile? What of his knowledge of the world and of life could be useful to her? What could his heavy arms and befuddled brain accomplish that would earn him his own respect, that would in turn allow him to accept her love?