Alexandra Adornetto Quotes

Isn't it annoying when your face doesn't do what you want it to express?

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

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

I hate the word 'sneering', I can't help the way my face looks.

When you experience the emotion of sadness, there will be changes in facial expression, and your body will be closed in, withdrawn. There are also changes in your heart, your guts: they slow down. And there are hormonal changes.

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

I just love human emotion and faces.

I always come across like I'm looking serious, but I just don't like smiling. Honestly, obviously I'm different in person.

I don't have a poker face at all - I have a very, very expressional face, and I have no control over that.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

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.

...smile first, then speak.

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverra's finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

SMILE! In every language, in every culture - it is the light in your window that tells people there's a caring, sharing individual inside and it's the universal code for "I'm O. K. - You're O. K., too!"

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.

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

The countenance is more eloquent than the tongue.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

Are you smiling when you talk? Try it today, and I guarantee you will notice a difference in your life.

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.

My demeanor isn't that of a woman enraged. To see me slumped, glassy-eyed, holding a sandwich someone has cut for me into four "manageable" pieces, a person might tell you I look much more like a woman subdued.

Every passion gives a particular cast to the countenance, and is apt to discover itself in some feature or other. I have seen an eye curse for half an hour together, and an eyebrow call a man a scoundrel.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.