Quotes About Cheer

Nothing beats a great smile.

If only I'd been there to cheer him on, he might have won.

The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.

The sun rises every day, what is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer!

They were close friends. He was full of vitality, but it was a borrowed vitality, for the Welshmen cheered up all who saw their bright and weatherbeaten faces.

I wake up laughing. Yes, I wake up in the morning and there I am just laughing my head off.

Christmas makes me happy no matter what time of year it comes around.

Morning to ye! Morning to ye!

However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing , and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity. So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think.

at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands at the windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will.

I don't care the hell what other people eat so long as they enjoy it. I can't stand sad eaters and sad drinkers.

Daylight delights you.

Is this you trying to cheer me up?" "What are you . . . going . . . to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?" He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.

The drug of choice in the modern age is levity. We want everything to be light and bubbly. We just want to feel good.

I love comedy; so you want to make them happy, make them laugh.

Come now, lad, there's no room for a down look like that on your bonny face.

They aren't voters using active intelligence or participants in a civil democracy; they are fans. Their role is to cheer and fund their team and trash-talk whatever team is on the other side.

Smile. It gives your face something to do.

I love Christmas. I love the music... I love everything about Christmas. I'm a big fan.

I love to see people laugh and put a smile on peoples' faces. Anytime I'm doing that I'm happy.

I am a very romantic person, and I love 'love' - however cheesy that sounds!

I know a lot of things about you, Garth...And I'm rooting for you anyways.

It is 1979, a basketball game in the Brandeis gym. The team is doing well, and the student section begins a chant, "We're number one! We're number one!" Morrie is sitting nearby. He is puzzled by the cheer. At one point, in the midst of "We're number one!" he rises and yells, "What's wrong with being number two?" The students look at him. They stop chanting. He sits down, smiling and triumphant.

He learned the nervous cheer of a soldier's first survived combat, when the men slap each other and smile as if it's over— We can go home now! —and he learned the sinking depression of a soldiers second combat, when he realizes the fighting does not stop at one battle, there is more and more after that.