It scares you: all the noise, the rattling, the shaking. But the look on everybody’s face when you’re finished and packing, it’s the best smile in the world and there’s nobody hurt, and the well’s under control.
Category: smile
I do love to walk around in New York because people will notice me, smile, but they never bother anyone. New Yorkers are very cool. I love New York.
The greatest self is a peaceful smile, that always sees the world smiling back.
Tell me not of joy: there’s none Now my little sparrow’s gone He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!
If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can’t tolerate it.
I don’t really remember a time younger than 5 years old that I didn’t have skates on because all I can remember is every day, tying up my skates and a big smile on my face, excited to go on the ice.
Virtue is not photogenic. What is it to be a nice guy? To be nothing, that’s what. A big fat zero with a smile for everybody.
Some people know that they are so adorable looking, all they have to do is smile and dress up and they get plenty from that. Then there are some of us who, early on, see that that doesn’t work. So we joke about it.
I wake up each and every day with a smile on my face knowing I get to do something musically.
People smile at me as if they know me. I just smile back. They probably might know me.