Quotes About Laughter

Combining music, theater and comedy is a new and broader form of expression. In certain combinations you can make people laugh one moment, cry the next, and then be astounded by the beauty of the music.

When I was a little girl, the only real form of entertainment I was exposed to was theater, being raised in St. Louis, and I still love theater, and I think sitcoms are similar to that, in there's a live audience, and you know, I definitely like the comedy of it, too. I like to make people laugh, and I definitely think laughter is healing.

Laughter is binary: It either happens or it doesn't. As each joke arrives in the course of a film, the cavernous space of the theater is either filled with joy and laughter or with the quiet of cringing embarrassment. Every time you step to the plate to make a joke, you're going to experience one or the other.

We all go to the theater and cinema to be inspired and moved on an emotional level, sometimes to laughter, sometimes to tears. Once I discovered that acting could have such an effect, I was sold. It has been one of the most rewarding discoveries I have ever made.

I love making people laugh. It's an addiction and it's probably dysfunctional, but I am addicted to it and there's no greater pleasure for me than sitting in a theater and feeling a lot of people losing control of themselves.

I'm the first one who sees every romantic comedy in theaters.

Make them laugh, make them cry, and hack to laughter. What do people go to the theatre for? An emotional exercise. I am a servant of the people. I have never forgotten that.

I love going to the movie theatre, seeing live comedy, and going to amusement parks.

In a theatrical experience, creating a moment is somewhat easy; you can have a callback to a previous film, and if 10 people laugh, the others in the hall usually join in.

The themes that make one laugh always stem from poverty, hunger, misery, old age, sickness, and death. These are the themes that make Italians laugh, anyway.

I think comedy and satire are the strongest ways to deal with very serious themes and very painful themes.

He'll be okay now, I think." "Poor John. That was harder on him than me." "The bigger they are…" Mel laughed. Her

Ew." "Exactly. You tell her I was less than perfect and I'm a eunuch." She couldn't help it, she laughed. "Gee, and Peyton seems so sweet.

Want me to do baths while you cook lasagna?" "That would be good," she said. "And please, don't forget the hard-to-get places—neck wrinkles, backs of ears, between toes. Your mother checks those things." He laughed a little emotionally. "She does, huh?" And he thought how lucky he was to have a mom like that. And now both Hannah and Matt would have one like that, too. Fussy. Committed. *

Playing with me again," he teased. "Don't you worry that you're biting off more than you can chew, little girl?" "Aren't you?" she asked. He groaned. "I know I am." And she laughed at him. As

I must have nodded off. How was Christmas for Paige and Preacher?" "Good," Paul said. "They have some big news. Paige is expecting." "Ah, he did it," the general said with a chuckle. "He showed up for ovulation day." Paul laughed. "He's in a lot of hot water for telling too many people about that." "Yeah, I suppose. But it's so like him, don't you think? He's so damn transparent.

Damn, boy. Look at you. You're almost as old as me." "Hardly." Ricky laughed. "Look at you. You're getting gray, what's this?" "Melinda, naturally. She's working me over. You should be careful, Rick. Strong, sexy women? They'll kill you slow." "What a way to go, huh?" "Yeah,

You don't look as tough as that." "I don't know how tough I am—look at me, sick as a pup. But I bet I can match you for stubborn." A sound came out of him. "Holy shit, Ian—was that a laugh?" "A cough," he lied. "You probably got me sick.

I'm staying at least a few days," George said. "I'm interested in this place." But what really interested George was Noah in this place. With these people. With that woman. The woman was perfect for him. She was one of the people—not some female bred to stand beside a man of the cloth. She would bring laughter, excitement and passion to his life, his work. *

What's so funny?" he asked. "In the end, you begged." He sighed. "I did. I begged. I'm sorry—I swore to you I'd never beg." "I'm okay with it now," she laughed. "I don't think you'll have to beg again." "That's a relief.

In the morning when she woke, the coffeepot was on the woodstove, which had burned low as usual. There was a note on the table. Don't light the Coleman stove unless you're sure you know how. And it made her laugh. *

She began to relish the small things—his occasional subdued laughter. No one could call it an actual laugh, but he did cave into amusement if she shot him a smart-ass comment. He smiled at her from time to time—behind that bushy red-brown beard he had beautiful, healthy teeth. But

Don't get sloppy, Marcie. If I had a freezer, I might shoot him." "You wouldn't!" He smiled at her. "I like venison. Don't you?" She thought about that chili Jack had given her, how it melted in her mouth. But she said, "Not that much!" And she whirled and went into the house, his amused laughter at her back. *

There was a loud burst of laughter somewhere in the campground and Maggie looked around. A man wearing a backpack but no clothes was coming down the trail. He had excellent hiking boots on his feet, a straw hat on his head and that was all. His thing was swaying in the breeze.