Quotes About Laughter

I still like farts. I still think farts are some of the funniest things.

Of course, my whole theory of comedy is based in reality. The funniest stuff comes from real life.

Bobby Heenan is the single funniest man that God ever put on this earth.

I talk about my life; it is the funniest thing I can think of.

Funny is only something that others know about you - you can't be funny by yourself.

I've always found it easier to be funny than to be serious.

On rigolait tellement qu'on mangeait froid tout le temps

A good artist should laugh often!

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.

Il vaut mieux écrire du rire que des larmes, Parce que le rire est le propre de l'homme. VIVEZ JOYEUX.

And they both began to laugh over nothing as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures—instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.

If Nature has made you a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that- warm things, kind things, sweet things-help and comfort and laughter- and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that—warm things, kind things, sweet things,—help and comfort and laughter,—and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

And they both began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures—instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.

side with his head up in the air and his eyes full of laughter walked as strongly and steadily as any boy in Yorkshire—Master Colin.

And they began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together.

And Dickon helped him, and the Magic—or whatever it was—so gave him strength that when the sun did slip over the edge and end the strange lovely afternoon for them there he actually stood on his two feet—laughing.

Somehow the sight of the dear little sixpence was good for both of them. It made them laugh a little, though they both had tears in their eyes.

Nature having made her for a giver — had not the least idea what she meant to poor Becky, and how wonderful a benefactor she seemed. If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that — warm things, kind things, sweet things, — help and comfort and laughter, — and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and laughed. Look at us, quoting Scripture. Matthias loved the warmth in her eyes. My father was a preacher, but it was my mother who taught me the Bible. He tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. Never underestimate the importance of the woman who rocks the cradle.

El bar bulle de animación, y las incesantes rondas de cócteles atraviesan flotando el jardín, y lo impregnan, y hasta el aire se vivifica con las conversaciones y las risas, y las insinuaciones sin importancia y las presentaciones olvidadas al instante, y los encuentros entusiastas entre mujeres que jamás han sabido el nombre de la otra.

I didn't want to be different. I wanted to be able to laugh But I'm sister to an Emperor who's worshiped as a god. People fear me. I never wanted to be feared. I don't want to be part of history, I just want to be loved . . . and to love.

He drinks his stout and laughs that there's nothing like a great bloody steak of a Friday night and if that's the worst sin he ever commits he'll float to heaven body and soul, ha ha ha.

Bridey drags on her Woodbine, drinks her tea and declares that God is good. Mam says she's sure God is good for someone somewhere but He hasn't been seen lately in the lanes of Limerick. Bridey laughs. Oh, Angela, you could go to hell for that, and Mam says, Aren't I there already, Bridey?