I am not that person who walks in a room with my nose in the sky. I smile at people when I meet them, and I like photos of me when I'm smiling because they show my personality. I am always trying to have fun.

He flashed me a beautiful smile, which made me recall for a moment 1 of the advantages of fame—good-looking groupies.

I used to go to work with a smile on my face because they were wonderful actors, also beautiful human beings and I had such a brilliant time.

I loved, I was loved, my health was good, I had a great deal of money, and I spent it, I was happy and I confessed it to myself.

There is nothing more attractive than a nice smile

I gazed at myself, no longer with shame, but with joy. I felt, if not exactly strong, then at least potentially so, harmonious, sensuous, almost beautiful.

Have fun—a smile is the most beautiful thing on a woman.

It feels good putting smiles on people’s faces.

She had a very agreeable smile; it did not light up her face suddenly, but seemed rather to suffuse it by degrees with charm. It hesitated for a moment about her lips and then slowly travelled to those great shining eyes of hers and there softly lingered.

I feel beautiful in love. There is a lot of love for you in the beholder's eye. That makes you feel very happy.

All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they
Took photographs.

"What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?"

Close enough so I can see the smile, a smile I know full well, a smile that clubs, a smile that beats, a smile that dominates.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.