“The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.”
“Happiness is to capture the images of our dreams in the morning dew and the smile of the sun.”
“Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubtat being told that it is a fragmentawaiting perfection.”
“Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies...” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.”
“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.”
“Her smile was hesitant and flickering, the smile of a girl who does not know her fate. But when she raised her head, her eyes were surprisingly bold... the eyes of a woman no man had as yet taken into account. ”