“The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing for mankind, on the other, some paralysis had twisted his mouth into a permanent and radiant smile. So everyone he met, being warmed by his smile, would shout him a happy greeting. And beaming upon them with his sunny face he would curse them all to hell.” ThinkingMenHas BeensHandsFacesHellMankindMetsMouthsPermanentCurseFarmersUnfortunateTwistedSunnyLoathingRadiantGreetingsParalysisManicHis Smile Book:Cider With Rosie Source: Cider With Rosie
“At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.” HandsEyeEarthLastsLove IsKnowingRegardConsumingBest LoveSlippingThrough The EyesExchangingWhere You Belong Author:Laurie Lee
