Smiling Quotes (page 39)
You don’t have to say I love you to say I love you,” you said with a shrug. “All you have to do is say my name and I know.”
“How?”
When I looked down at you, I was struck by how much of myself I could see in the shape of your eyes, in the light of your smile. “Sa Cassidy,” you instructed.
“Cassidy.”
“Say…Ursula.”
“Ursula,” I parroted.
“Now….,” and you pointed to your own chest.
“Willow.”
“Can’t you hear it?” you said. ” When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe...
Jodi Picoult
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At teh end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before...
Stephen Hawking
The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had...
Madeleine L'Engle
Let the old Muse loosen her stays. Or give me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders. And a smile like a cat, With false eyelashes and finger-nails of carmine. And dressed by Schiaparelli, with a pill-box hat.... Give me a houri but houris are too easy, Give me a nun; We'll rape the angels off the golden reredos. Before we're done.
Louis MacNeice
O smile, going where? O upturned look:
new, warm, receding surge of the heart--;
alas, we are that surge. Does then the
cosmic space
we dissolve in taste of us? Do the
angels
reclaim only what is theirs, their own
outstreamed existence,
or sometimes, by accident, does a bit
of us
get mixed in? Are we blended in their
features
like the slight vagueness that
complicates the...
Rainer Maria Rilke