Quotes About Mirth

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

Mirth is God's medicine; everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all the rust of life- ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth.

Some things are so completely ludicrous that a man must laugh or die. To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

He was to know THE RENEWAL OF LIFE; the seasons that chilled to winter should yet bring again the bloom and the mirth of spring. Man's common existence is as one year to the vegetable world: he has his spring, his summer, his autumn, and winter, — but only ONCE.

The music, once admitted to the soul, becomes also a sort of spirit, and never dies. It wanders perturbedly through the halls and galleries of the memory, and is often heard again, distinct and living as when it first displaced the wavelets of the air. Now at times, then, these phantoms of sound floated back upon her fancy; if gay, to call a smile from every dimple; if mournful, to throw a shade upon her brow, — to make her cease from her childishmirth, and sit apart and muse.

Snaughling: Laughing so hard you snort, then laugh because you snorted, then snort because you laughed.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

It was not a laugh but merely a loud smile.

Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry: for that shall abide with him of his labour the days of his life, which God giveth him under the sun.

I've got a great sense of humor.

Advice to Readers Good friends who come to read this book, Strip yourselves first of affectation; Do not assume a pained, shocked look, For it contains no foul infection, Yet teaches you no great perfection, But lessons in the mirthful art, The only subject for my heart. When I see grief consume and rot You, mirth's my theme and tears are not, For laughter is man's proper lot.

Strange Type I wrote: in the dark cavern of our birth. The printer had it tavern, which seems better: But herein lies the subject of our mirth, Since on the next page death appears as dearth. So it may be that God's word was distraction, Which to our strange type appears destruction, Which is bitter.

The size of a man's understanding may always be justly measured by his mirth.

The emotions - love, mirth, the heroic, wonder, tranquility, fear, anger, sorrow, disgust - are in the audience.

Show me a person who doesn't like to laugh and I'll show you a person with a toe tag.

Okay. Now, don't let any of this lower your mirth index. Think of Tamerlane." My grandfather used to comfort my mother, during her childhood, by reminding her that they might have been related to Tamerlane. "Okay," I said, though I had never seen how Tamerlane helped anything. "Remember, you have the best heart and mind, and whatever you do is right. Bye-bye, my sweet. Don't forget the fruit group.

The truth of life is hidden in all jokes that invoke the stroke of laughter of most people.

I wish I could always look like I've just finished a really good laugh.

How Adewen stuffed her braid in her mouth at that! Or she'd cover her mirth with her hands and shake till you'd think that the fit was upon her. She did the same too when she wept so you'd never be sure which she hid with her hands, her tears or her cackling. I think there were times she herself didn't know, nor does anyone know at times. Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.

There is nothing more precious than laughter

O sacred light, walking there upon us, restlessly potent in its tremendous realm, disclosing its soul to me as well, in the rays that I drink, your luck be mine! From their deeds the sons of the sun nourish themselves; they live by victory; with own spirit they rouse themselves, and their force is their mirth.

The thinkers of the world should by rights be guardians of the world's mirth.

Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.

When she was gone, I felt as if there was to be no more fun—though it is difficult to say what she had contributed to the hilarity of the party. No jests, and little laughter, had escaped her lips; but her smile had animated my mirth; a keen observation or a cheerful word from her had insensibly sharpened my wits, and thrown an interest over all that was done and said by the rest.