Top 1200 Smile Because It Happened Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

[On reporters trying to cajole a smile from her husband, Alan Greenspan:] For a Federal Reserve chairman, that was a smile.

I like to smile. I smile even when I'm nervous since it calms me down and shows my friendliness.

Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.

A beautiful smile without any reason is the smile of the existence!

Always behold not only your own smile but also the smile of someone else's joy

Conserve the vital energy, follow a balanced diet, and always smile and be happy. He who finds joy within himself discovers that his body is charged with electric current, life energy, not from food but from God. If you feel that you can't smile, stand before a mirror and with your fingers pull your mouth into a smile. It is that important!

My dad tells me I smile to keep from crying. I don't know about that. But I do think you sometimes smile to hide.

I don't smile as much as I should, even though I smile inside a lot.

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. - Amir

The biggest takeaway from a memoir is that you have to play fair. Within the first draft, I was writing very angrily because I had a lot of resentment and a lot to process. Through revision is where a lot of learning happened and a lot of forgiveness happened.

I have read that the secret of gallantry is to accept the pleasures of life leisurely, and its inconveniences with a shrug; as well as that, among other requisites, the gallant person will always consider the world with a smile of toleration, and his own doings with a smile of honest amusement, and Heaven with a smile which is not distrustful — being thoroughly persuaded that God is kindlier than the genteel would regard as rational.

Now smile a real smile for me so I know you`re not suffering inside.

It makes me sad when I find sisters who aren't joyful. They might smile, but with just a smile they could be flight attendants!

Let's say that history is what happened. The record of what happened is how each individual happens to see those events. They've already been ?ltered. When the historian or biographer takes over, history is no longer exactly what happened, because there has been a process of selection going on; it's impossible to write about anyone, any event, in any period of time, without in some way imposing, even unconsciously, your own standards, your own values.

In the Belgian air force a general supposedly saw a UFO, tracked it with his plane, photographed it with his wing cameras. And I believe it because I said to myself why would this person, not getting paid for this, do it unless it actually happened or he thought it happened.

It's funny what memory does, isn't it? My favorite holiday tradition might not have happened more than once or twice. But because it is such a good memory, so encapsulating of everything I love about the holidays, in my mind it happened every year. Without fail.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

If we can not smile, we cannot help other people to smile.

Not all that is presented to us as history has really happened; and what really happened did not actually happen the way it is presented to us; moreover, what really happened is only a small part of all that happened. Everything in history remains uncertain, the largest events as well as the smallest occurrence.

I've always been a bit insecure about my smile, but its days like these where all I wanna do is smile.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.

A mystery is a whodunit. You know what happened, but not how or who's behind it. A thriller, or a suspense, is a howdunit. You know what happened, and you usually know who did it, but you keep reading because you want to know how they pulled it off.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

You know, I've got wrinkles on my forehead and smile lines, but what's wrong with that? I love to smile.

History is not merely what happened. It is what happened in the context of what might have happened.

Life throws you curveballs and there are things that happen - you don't understand why they happened at the time. But then you step back and understand you're a better fighter and competitor because of the things that happened.

I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.

Peace begins with a smile. I will never understand all the good that a simple smile can accomplish.

Anyone can smile on their best day. I like to meet a man who can smile on his WORST.

My generation knew pretty well what happened 50 years before our birth. Now I follow all the quiz programs because they are a paramount example of the span of memory of the young generation - they are able to remember everything that happened in their life but not before.

There are few faces that can afford to smile: a smile is sometimes bewitching, in general vapid, often a contortion.

If I put faith in medication, if I can smile a crooked smile, if I can talk on television, if I can walk an empty mile.

I have started smiling! I've mastered this smirk; it's a smile that isn't a smile.

It's actually more work for me to not smile than to smile.

I love people who smile... and always try to smile loads.

In 1962, my injury wasn't because of violence; I just kicked the ball and it happened. And that was OK because Brazil won; I didn't have any difficulty in accepting that. I still got a medal because I'd played two games.

I like to smile, even in intense situations. My opponents don't know how to react when they see me smile.

When women negotiate they are often viewed as pushy, but if you think about the way women are viewed at large: we are nurturing, helpful, motherly. Those are all stereotypes, of course, but if you play into them you don't face the same penalties. I struggle with this because I hate the fact that because I am a woman, I am supposed to smile when I go into a negotiation. But it's been shown to work. I shouldn't have to smile, but if doing so means that I am going to get the money and rise in power, then I see it as a necessary evil. Once we're in power, we can have resting b*tch face all day.

If you compare the United States with Europe, my view is that what happened in Europe is that the church became deeply distrusted by people, because it sided with the monarchs. It instituted the Inquisition and became part of the repressive state apparatus. That never happened here. We don't have that history.

Truth is a pursuit, it's a quest. And proof is certainly in the pudding in this particular instance, because the film, and the evidence accumulated in making the film, led to this man's release from prison. And that's hardly ever happened, if it's happened at all, in any other film that I can think of.

I have found that a smile and a stick will carry you through all right, and in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred it is the smile that does the trick.

I want players to think: 'OK, this has happened now, what is next for me?' That's a very big target because what are academies about nowadays? Is it really just to find one or two players? But what happened to the others? I'm very, very interested in that.

My mother is my hero just because, what life becomes about is overcoming adversity, and I watched her overcome so many things in life but still able to smile. See it's one thing to overcome adversity and to be scarred and to carry that with you but when you have somebody overcomes adversity and they're still able to smile that's something else. That's true strength.

What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back under a parasol and granting someone a chance to try to win us over?

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.

I hate my smile - I think I look like an absolute wally when I smile, I really do.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Once you don't smile on film, they say, 'Let's have that bloke who doesn't smile.'

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

I smile all the time, even when I'm in a bad mood. I always try to keep a smile on my face.

I'm an open book. I speak to people all the time and generally have a smile on my face. I'm true to who I am, so you can never always smile and be happy.

Smile, for everyone lacks self-confidence and more than any other one thing a smile reassures them.

I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.

I believe that when you put a smile out there, you get a smile back.

Because that’s how it works after something terrible has happened. You know this is true if something terrible has ever happened to you. A thousand objects take on new meaning. Everything is a reminder of something else.

Venus has a runaway greenhouse effect. I kind of want to know what happened there because we're twirling knobs here on Earth without knowing the consequences of it. Mars once had running water. It's bone dry today. Something bad happened there as well.

Smile and maybe tomorrow you'll see that life is still worth while if you just smile

The smile that covered a "multitude of pains" was no hypocritical mask. She was trying to hide her sufferings - even from God! - so as not to make others, especially the poor, suffer because of them. When she promised to do "a little extra praying & smiling" for one of her friends, she was alluding to an acutely painful and costly sacrifice: to pray when prayer was so difficult and to smile when her interior pain was agonizing.

One of the most obvious parts of my character is the smile, and if I wasn't comfortable in myself then I wouldn't be able to smile so much.

It was the first smile of my life. Of course, that is a ridiculous thing to say; I had been smiled at often, the big man had smiled at me not a minute since. And yet I say: it was the first smile, because it was the first that ever went straight into me like a needle too thin to be seen.