He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
~ To the Lighthouse
by Virginia Woolf
He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.
~ The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
~ The Gift of the Magi
by O. Henry
"When you call me that, SMILE."
~ The Virginian
by Owen Wister
And through the dewy meadow's breast, fringed with shade, but touched on one side with the sun-smile, ran the crystal water, curving in its brightness like diverted hope.
~ Lorna Doone
by R. D. Blackmore
But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of the grated window, as through the narrow crevice of one good deed in a murky life of guilt, the face of Heaven shone bright and merciful. He raised his head; gazed upward at the quiet sky, which seemed to smile upon the earth in sadness, as if the night, more thoughtful than the day, looked down in sorrow on the sufferings and evil deeds of men; and felt its peace sink deep into his heart.
~ Barnaby Rudge
by Charles Dickens
"Every man who is high up loves to think that he has done it all himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. It's our only joke."
~ What Every Woman Knows
by James M. Barrie
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
~ Martin Chuzzlewit
by Charles Dickens
A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her.
~ Wuthering Heights
by Emily Bronte