Quotes About Laughter

It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.

As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.

It was funny how one afternoon with a best friend could set a girl right.

Next time we see you, you'll be on trial for some ingenious crime!" Dottie said with a laugh. Evie grinned. "Just as long as they know my name.

Dead bodies are such trouble," Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

Even Felicity can't keep from sputtering with laughter. I wish I could use my evil eye. Or at least my evil boot right smack against Cecily's backside.

He's got a laugh like a machine gun firing through velvet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.

Little clue: wasted on me." "What?" "I'm into girls." "Oh. Oh!" Chu said. "Right. Got it. That's cool. I've got a cousin who's gay. Amy Liu. Know her?" Jennifer laughed. "Oh, sure. I'll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt.

The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house.

Every mornin', every evenin', ain't we got fun?

Ling's smile was big and goofy. Henry whistled. That smile of yours is a real beauty. Ling shook her head, letting her hair cover her face. It's stupid. Right. What I meant to say is, that stupid smile of yours is a real beauty. This time, Ling actually giggled. The creature laughs! Henry said. I'm not such a killjoy! Actually, you are. A bit. Hey!

Know why PMS is called PMS?" "Don't you dare," she threatened. "Only women can tell PMS jokes." "Because 'mad cow disease' was already taken.

C'mon! Anything over eight inches is strictly for show-and-tell. It's there, but you can't use it. It might look good in a locker room, but let's face it—those extra two inches are leftovers." "Leftovers," Luna gasped, holding her stomach and shrieking with laughter. "Let's hear it for l-leftovers!

She smiled in the darkness. "It is a magic dick," she teased, hoping she could get a laugh out of him. "No magic involved. It's just angles and self-control, honey, angles and self-control. But you can think I have a magic dick as long as you want to.

Luke stood up, assessed the water tank next to the tub, and shook his head in good-natured amazement. "What a contraption. Makes a man wonder what they'll invent next, doesn't it?" "I wouldn't know," Charity answered, exasperated and bone weary. "I'm not a man." He laughed. "No, indeed, Mrs. Shardlow, you are pure woman and that is a fact.

Emma awakened Steven rudely by arching her back and letting out a howl of startled discomfort. He sat bolt upright in bed, shoved one hand through his hair in agitation, and babbled that he was willing to pay five thousand dollars for the piece of land he wanted, and not a cent more. In spite of her pain, Emma laughed at his incoherency. "I'm in labor, Mr. Fairfax," she told him, as her stomach contorted visibly beneath her nightgown and her face twisted in a grimace.

Steven couldn't help laughing at the somber dignity of her expression. Her very primness lured him, made him want to bring out the wildcat he expected she was hiding from the world and maybe even herself.

You were the one who brightened up the dull days, Gram, Hadleigh thought now. You, with your love and your laughter and with that magical smile of yours.

Who is not attracted by bright and pleasant children, to prattle, to creep, and to play with them?

Comedy, we may say, is society protecting itself - with a smile.

We will destroy laughing, we will set fires laughing, we will kill laughing... and society will fall!!

Play is an expression of God's presence in the world; one clear sign of God's absence in society is the absence of playfulness and laughter.

When humor goes, there goes civilization.