One who smiles rather than angers is always stronger.

Smile is God- made, Anger is man-made.

I've noticed that being with you, I smile more often, I anger a little less quickly, the sun shines a little brighter, and life is so much sweeter. For being with you takes me to a different place: a place called love.

Perhaps grief is like battle: After experiencing enough of it, your body’s instincts take over. When you see it closing in like a Martial death squad, you harden your insides. You prepare for the agony of a shredded heart. And when it hits, it hurts, but not as badly, because you have locked away your weakness, and all that’s left is anger and strength.

He died very peacefully with a smile on his face.

Make eye contact, smile, shake firmly with [the palm of] your hand perpendicular to the floor, pump twice.