“You know the kind of smile I’m talkin’ about. That flirty, cute, bite-your-bottom lip ‘cause his smile is so stinkin’ perfect—that kind of smile.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”“Good thing. I’d hate to have to hop a plane at this time of night just to kick his ass for messing around with my girl.”I smile and chew on my bottom lip. His forwardness is kind of cute. “I’m not your girl, Noel.”“Not yet, but soon,” he says.”

“You don't know anything about me.""I know you bite your bottom lip when you get nervous. I know you twirl your hair when you're amused. And when you get shy, your smile is lopsided."~Chance”

“The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad...”

“Her smile brings a smile to my lips every time. Knowing that sometimes, I'm the one who caused that makes me even happier.”

“His voice was soft and jis smile was kind”