Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

A body smiles, like, 72 times a day. Where does that smile go? That's what I want to know.

I think the eyes are very revealing and can expose a lot about a persons mood or character.

I just love human emotion and faces.

Just had lunch with the president who seems pensive, slightly deflated, realistic, aggravated and resolute. Didn't eat his pie.

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

The glance embroiders in joy, knits in pain, and sews in boredom. When indifferent, the eye takes stills, when interested, movies. Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.

There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing enough to warrant a full smile.

when someone speaks he looks at a mouth, not eyes and their colors, which, it seems to him, will always alter depending on the light of a room, the minute of the day. Mouths reveal insecurity or smugness or any other point on the spectrum of character. For him they are the most intricate aspect of faces. He's never sure what an eye reveals. but he can read how mouths darken into callousness, suggest tenderness. One can often misjudge an eye from its reaction to a simple beam of sunlight.

Trump is loose and obvious with his facial expressions. You could watch Donald Trump in a debate and not hear any of the words and you'll still get a sense for when he's pleased, when he's angry and when he's not.

My body language, it doesn't have anything to do with my coaches or my teammates.

I move my face so much, because I'm very much expressive.

I feel that if I am uncomfortable, it will show on my face.

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.

I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

I have started smiling! I've mastered this smirk; it's a smile that isn't a smile.

What are you looking at? Hale asked. Why are you smiling? I worry when you smile.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

No phrase can convey the idea of surprise so vividly as opening the eyes and raising the eyebrows. A shrug of the shoulders would lose much by translation into words.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

[T]he young and the old of widely different races, both with man and animals, express the same state of mind by the same movements.