Quotes About Laughter

So, I paid you a compliment," Joanna said. "Yeah." Joanna laughed. "So do I get one back?" she asked. "Oh, sure," James said. "You're really like . . . nice." "Can't I get any better than nice?" "Beautiful," James said. "You're beautiful." "That's more like it," Joanna said. "Want to kiss me?" "Um, OK," James said.

Sounds like a good laugh. You can count me in!

Art is a communication informing man of his own dignity, and of the value of his life, whether in joy or grief, whether in laughter or indignation, beauty or terror...Man needs the comfort of his own dignity...And that's what the artisf is for. To give him that comfort.

If you can laugh together, you can work together.

In prehistoric times, mankind often had only two choices in crisis situations: fight or flee. In modern times, humor offers us a third alternative fight, flee - or laugh.

A boy is naturally full of humor.

His mother laughed. "Go along with you now. Save your sweet-tongued blarney for the likes of Kathleen.

read it and reread it, and wept and laughed and trembled with a horror which at times assails me yet.

But where did I come into the dream?" I asked. "You-- you were in the coffin; but you were not dead." "In the coffin?" "Yes." "How did you know ? Could you see me?" "No; I only knew you were there." "Had you been eating Welsh rarebits, or lobster salad?" I began laughing, but the girl interrupted me with a frightened cry.

It is a bad sign," said Lys. "You know the Morbihan proverb: 'When the cormorant turns from the sea, Death laughs in the forest, and wise woodmen build boats.'" "I wish," said I sincerely, "that there were fewer proverbs in Brittany.

The problem is, you can't tell people these things. They'll think you're crazy. And I say to myself: What can I do with this life inside me? I'd like to give it ... to make a present of it ... to go up to people and tell them: You need to be joyful! You know? You have to play at being pirates ... to build cities of marble ... to laugh ... to set off firecrackers

My duty is to try to reach beauty. Cinema is emotion. When you laugh you cry.

Quando si ride ci si lascia andare, si è nudi, ci si scopre. Quando uno ride, vedi un po' la sua anima. E poi quando si ride ci si muove, ci si scuote, come un albero, e si lascia per terra le cose che gli altri possono vedere e magari cogliere. Gli avari e coloro che non hanno niente da offrire, infatti, non ridono.

Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost.

He dreamed that he and Elvira Campos lived together in a cabin in the mountains. The cabin didn't have electricity or running water or anything to remind them of civilization. The slept on bearskin, with a wolf skin over them. And sometimes Elvira Campos laughed, a ringing laugh, as she went running into the woods and he lost sight of her.

A]nd the wizened youth trembles more and more violently, wrinkles his nose and then pounces on the story. But only I know the story, the real story. And it is simple and cruel and true and it should make us laugh, it should make us die laughing. But we only know how to cry, the only thing we do wholeheartedly is cry.

Everything that begins as comedy ends as a comic monologue, but we aren't laughing anymore.

That was when I realized I was leaving my footprints all around the room. The soles of my feet were covered with blood. While continuing to move around, I carefully examined the prints. Suddenly I felt like laughing. They were dance steps. The footprints of St. Vitus. Footprints leading nowhere.

Era, por cierto, muy hermosa y en ocasiones incluso dolorosamente hermosa. (...) Se reía con ganas, abierta, feliz, y en la combinación del sonido y de sus gestos uno adivinaba sueños inquietantes, paranoias, ganas de vivir a todo trapo aunque terminara rasguñada y llena de magulladuras.

Una risa que me empujaba a salir huyendo de su lado y que al mismo tiempo me proporcionaba la certeza de que no existía ningún lugar adonde pudiera huir.

El humor no debe ser risa. Sí, sonrisa. Y, de ser posible, llanto amargo.

The love of truth lies at the root of much humour.

The magician Merlin had a strange laugh, and it was heard when nobody else was laughing…. He laughed because he knew what was coming next.

The love of truth lies at the root of much humor.