Giving back is the right thing to do, whether it's donating clothing or even just a smile to someone who needs it.
I've told several writers this, and, again, I get back to it, but if you want to make God smile, tell him your plans.
There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.
I just think a big smile and feeling confident makes you beautiful.
If you force yourself to smile, within a couple minutes, you feel happy.
If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Being a pageant girl taught me to be polished, poised and slap on a smile.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
I don't usually talk about the social work I do because I don't do it for publicity. If I can bring a smile to the face of a few children in this one lifetime, I'd be happy.
If I buy a Fiat Uno, I'll read that, for a man like me, a Ferrari was more suitable. If instead I buy a Ferrari, they'll write that I should have kept my feet on the ground and bought a Fiat. If I smile, I'm not serious. If I don't smile, I'm a rich sulker that doesn't enjoy having the most beautiful job in the world.
While you're improvising, you may come up with something which will break him up. As soon as that smile comes out, you know that, hey, we're having fun.