I smile so much at the theater my face hurts when I leave.
Category: smile
I love to smile.
The weaker the country, the stronger the smile.
I get very nervous whenever I think about it. I’ve never done a serious play, and I have such awe of the woman – she’s really my only idol. It’s going to be a big stretch – certain people come out on stage and your face muscles automatically tense and you get ready to smile.
Colors are the smiles of nature.
When you consider all the stars I have managed, mere submarines make me smile.
I can sing and dance. I can smile – a lot.
Allowing yourself to smile takes 99% of the effort.
People ask me to smile for the camera, but somehow it always comes out gloomy.
I think the deafness affects me more than I realise I think it makes me more tired. I loathe parties. I attend, smile and leave.