Seeing your smile, I will pursue sillily and sillily , hear your voice, I will enjoy silently , your everything, really such a my sight from side to side.
When he saw the balloon being blown up and I looked at his face, his smile could have filled up the balloon but it's in that moment that I know this is where I'm supposed to be.
Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I to-night for your presence again.
As Victor Hugo once said, Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face, and up to now nobody has been able to do this better than Charlie Chaplin.
I looked at Rosie now, with angry, hurt, resentful eyes; she smiled at me, and I wish I knew how to describe the sweet kindliness of her beautiful smile; her voice was exquisitely gentle.