| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. |
| Alexander Pope | Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. |
| Francis Bret Harte | With the smile that was childlike and bland. |
| Hartley Coleridge | Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley | There is a snake in thy smile, my dear, And bitter poison within thy tear. |
| Richard Watson Gilder | The smile of her I love is like the dawn Whose touch makes Menmon sing: O see where wide the golden sunlight flows-- The barren desert blossoms as the rose! |
| Samuel Lover | Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye. |
| Wilbur D Nesbit | The thing that goest farthest towards making life worth while, That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant smile. . . . . It's full of worth and goodness too, with manly kindness blent, It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent. |
| Charles Dickens | In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. |
| George MacDonald | Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. |
| John Milton | For smiles from reason flow To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. |
| John Milton | A smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. |
| Sir Walter Scott | With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. |
| William Wordsworth | And she hath smiles to earth unknown-- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise. |
| William Shakespeare | Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh Was that it was for not being such a smile, The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly From so divine a temple to commix With winds that sailors rail at. |
| William Shakespeare | My tables--meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. |
| William Shakespeare | Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. |
| William Shakespeare | You have seen Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears Were like, a better way, those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropped. |
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