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I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.
What?" "You're smiling like Mom at a New Kids On The Block concert.
A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.
Is there a reason why you seek every opportunity to annoy me?"
"It's fun. Your scar flashes when you frown. It almost looks like a dimple," said Vikram. "I'm still waiting for your face to turn red with anger. It might make you look like you're blushing. Or perhaps I am making you blush?
Happiness is speechless.
Julie gave me a look generally reserved for naughty children and husbands justifying their recent electronics purchase.
He gave her a look that you could have poured on a waffle.
Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.
I wasn't sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I'd braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just
looked at me like I was - nothing. An annoyance, maybe.
I'm dumbfounded by me all the time. Wow! What a ... thrill ... and a joy
glared an upset glare
more like a grimace.
A FACE SEEN OUT of context creates confusion.
Like a ten-year-old looking at a sweaty Popsicle he'd like to lick.
Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?
Do I frighten you?' He tilted his head.
'Yes,' I said weakly. 'Are you proud of yourself?'
He looked at me for a long moment before replying. 'No, I'm not,' he said so faintly I had to strain to hear him.
That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.
The only thing I can see in Jasper Dale's face is helpless and utter confusion.
I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes
ARE YOU CRAZY? I ASKED.
He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.
documents, a glazed expression on his face.
He was laughing. But sad was the impression he gave.
You're staring at me."
"I am not. I'm just ... thinking. Without blinking.
Stunned cannot adequately describe how I feel right now. I am bursting with emotion - a volcanic mixture of happiness and sadness and adoration -
practically in tears
If you smile at everyone, how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?
How do you feel when I smile at you?
He's trying not to laugh, but the telltale dimple gives it away.
What are you smiling at?' - 'Oh, nothing much. Just my hero
I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling ... awkward when it comes to you."
"'Awkward' is the word du jour," I agreed. "So, I make you nervous?"
"Not quite nervous," he said. "Just unsettled."
I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. "Unsettled, that's even better.
It was like smiling at a gargoyle.
You?" Nadia sounded disbelieving.
His eyes. Unclouded by cynicism, questioning but with a certainty that there were answers, warmly innocent in some strange way. A child's eyes, she thought. Even more irresistible when set in a man's face.
Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.
I don't know why, but his reaction disappoints me.
There are so many words I can use to describe the looks on people's faces. And for a long time I didn't get it. I'd just get mad. Mad when they stared. Mad when they looked away. "What the heck are you looking at?" I'd say to people - even grown-ups.
What do you see when you look at me?
He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.
Scowling with worry. Come at once, he's
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
There are times when phrases such as 'totally astonished' just don't do the job. I am, of course, delighted and honoured and, needless to say, flabbergasted.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Her face looked for the answer that is always concealed in language.
her face answered all its own questions. I
If I look confused it is because I am thinking.
Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.
Nothing is more pleasant than to baffle people. The
He's smiling, and I didn't realize how much I missed seeing that smile. He should smile all the time. Forever. At me.
Me: Why don't you ever practice on your balcony like you used to? This question gets me immediate eye contact from him, but it doesn't last. His eyes flicker across my face, down my body, and finally back to his phone.
Ridge: Why would I? You're not out there anymore.
His eyebrows widen in surprise.
It meant nothing to him any longer, only a faint tinge of sadness
and somewhere within him, a drop of pain moving briefly and vanishing, like a raindrop on the glass of a window, its course in the shape of a question mark.
Am I grave?', he asked. 'I had an idea I was grinning from ear to ear.'
'You look as if you were taking me to a funeral. If that's a grin, your ears are very near together.
I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board
I tried to look confused, which is one of my most convincing expressions.
A smile of remembrance of lost times.
What a sight there is in that "smile!" it changes like a chameleon. There is a vacant smile, a cold smile, a smile of hate, a satiric smile, an affected smile; but, above all, a smile of love.
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
When you smile it takes up half your face.'
'Simon!' she exclaimed. 'That sounds horrible.'
'It's enchanting.'
'Distorted.'
'Desirable.
Parvaneh gives him a look studded with a long line of question marks and exclamation marks,
I'm staring, emotionless, into a pair of unfamiliar, dark eyes. I feel as though I'm staring at two eyes I've never seen before, despite the fact that I've more than likely looked at these eyes on a daily basis since I was old enough to reach a mirror.
Question Everything
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Too excited to be genuinely happy
Your laughter is like cool water to me," I said. I felt my heart sob at these strange words, and it would not have been hard to summon tears: Strange. " "You are so serious all of a sudden," she told me. "I am not any one thing," I said. (137)
I was staring into a mirror, and I didn't like what I saw there.
I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can't see it."
"Yeah? And how's that?" he asked, very interested in the answer.
"Oh, you know," she said coolly, "like you're the air she needs to breathe.
There it is - a flash of relief crosses his expression. Searching for emotion in Sherlock's face is like bird watching. Ah, yes, the rare relief-bird.
I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she looks at all times as if she had just read one of my books.
The grin got bigger. Shadow found himself remembering a PBS show he had seen as a teenager, about chimpanzees. The show claimed that when apes and chimps smile it's only to bare their teeth in a grimace of hate or aggression or terror. When a chimp grins, it's a threat. This grin was one of those.
I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.
I have no idea why, but I'm grinning back at her. This temperamental, wild creature in front of me who has the nerve to put me in my place.
I felt my smile crumple.
I was too shocked to respond, but Bones's laughter broke the silence.
"You must be taking a piss on me."
"Am I expected to know what that means?" Madigan asked coolly.
I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.
...her tone more disapproving than dismayed.
Melancholic and fascinated, such is our general situation in an era of involuntary transparency.
I never smile unless I mean it.
It is not a look of horror, consternation, or even distress. More often than not, the last visage of a murdered man resembles that of a flustered schoolchild to whom the logic of a simple equation has just been revealed.
I'm blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.
Bobby laughed. Not at loud. He would never laugh in his best friend face when he went into overprotected brother mode. But inside in his own head, he was rolling over the floor in hysterics. Outside of his head, he only lifted a quizzed eyebrow.
I'd sneer and tell him he's got the cerebral finesse of an amoeba and delight in his squint of confusion.
In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.
If you smile at everyone," she said, "how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?"
"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 like I never want it to stop.
Brilna, meanwhile, had attached a vacant look to her face, one that she applies when confused, a common occurrence, thus a frequent application.
I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.
No. This has to do with drugs."
My jaw fell open and I almost lost my toothbrush. "You're on drugs?"
She pressed her mouth together. "No. You are."
"I'm on drugs?" I asked, stunned. I had no idea.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
My shrug was so nonchalant it would make a cat jealous
So we ate some smoke, so what?"
"You lost most of your eyebrows."
Stunned, she pressed her fingers above her eyes. "Shit! Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's a look.
He raised an eyebrow, which made me totally jealous. I've never been able to do that. I always just end up raising both of them and looking surprised or scared instead of sardonic.
Parker, what are you doing?" "Making a funny face in an effort to make you stop staring at me like I murdered your beloved goldfish.
Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions
was nervous, when she didn't
He looked at me with the tired, ignorant, slightly stupid expression that is so common in people who aren't used to seeing the broader picture in small things.
His face was a gaze of primal obtuseness.
What are you smiling at? You look like a creepy, old geezer,
Curious," it said. "What you call your decent self doesn't dare look me in the eye! What a mistake people make who say that the man who won't look you in the eye is not to be trusted! As if mere brazenness were a sign of honesty; really, the theory of decency is the most amusing thing in the world.
Smiling too brightly,
She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled.
Before I met you, I never knew what it was to look at someone and smile for no reason.
I was shocked. A dying word, "shocked." Few people have been able to use it well since Claude Rains so famously said, "I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here," as he pocketed his winnings in Casablanca. But it's the only word for excitement and alarm of this intensity.