You’ll come with me, my little man,’ Sylvia said, ‘if you ever want to bask in my smile again.…

And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.

The God knows when to smile.

She saw his face for only a split second but he was smiling wonderfully, just like the time when he had said, “Perhaps you could buy me a coffee?

He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled...

He turned to look at her, and she was smiling at him. It was Noÿs as she had been, and his own heart beating as it had used to.

her “smile” — as an expression of her loving disposition toward God — in spite of her feelings.

The smile he gave her was mainstream, pop, radio-friendly. The smile he’d given me was the single released after an artist had established themselves, found their voice, could speak directly to their target audience. The smile he’d given me had more R&B to it.

I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror, And she glanced at the license for my name. A smile seemed to come to her slowly, It was a sad smile, just the same. And she said, "How are you Harry?" I said, "How are you Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you."

He smiled at me, and it was not the worried, nervous smile from before, but a smile that meant he was pleased. And I don't remember him ever smiling at me that way again.

He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory.

The kindness in his smile seemed infinite.

She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.