Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

A mere smile can determine a woman's fate. It is frightening. Fascinatingly so. I have to be careful.

She smiled with a scary energy, as if she had been told to at gunpoint.

A slight grin that has nothing to do with merriment is the sure sign that she is about to set things straight. Her overall air is one of constant suspicion, and ever readiness to take offense.

She smiled then, at the memory of it. The smile broke in two and became a sudden suck of air, but she did not shudder of close her eyes. She wheeled.

The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.

She is smiling and her eyes are kind but now the smile is purely social

In vain would science scan and trace
Firmly her aspect. All the while,
There gleams upon her far-off face
A vague unfathomable smile.

She looked as if she were about to burst into tears, but she was wonderful at catching the ball of her own mood in mid-air.

The most beautiful curve on a woman’s body is her smile.

She is mid-sentence, her tongue against her teeth, curving around a word lost forever.

She hath smiles to earth unknown— Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.

Her whole body shivered and her face fell apart like a bride’s pie crust. She put it together again slowly, as if lifting a great weight, by sheer will power. The smile came back, with a couple of corners badly bent.