And one smile, and another smiled, and they all smiled, for joy that Christiana was become a pilgrim;

And one smiled, and another smiled, and they all smiled, for joy that Christiana was become a pilgrim;

Joy passed, but happiness never completely disappeared; a touch of it would always remain to remind one it had been there. It was happiness that made one smile, then.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Not at Susan, but he smiled at me.

I put my hand up and he took my hand. I'd never had a handshake like that one. He smiled down at me and I smiled back. That was the moment I knew for sure I was going to make it.