Thursday, 29 August 2013

smiled


rose sat down next to the lonely soul. "the mad hatter...that's what people call me." he whispered. rose looked at him and gently touched his hand. "i don't think you're mad." he gave her a sad smile, "well you would be the first."

“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”