Quotes About Laughter

Shakespeare has united the powers of exciting laughter and sorrow not only in one mind, but in one composition.

Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment.

He pulled the other hand from her eye. The handkerchief dropt: He might see that it was wet and  heavy with her tears. Fain would she have turn'd her blubber'd eye from him. He held both her hands, and burst out into a laugh

People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.

humor. "Where's Rennie?" Not much

Naterao ju je da se zamisli. Naterao ju je da se smeje. Naterao ju je da zadrhti.

Pablo Escobar! Aún se deben estar riendo, si es que se acuerdan de mi respuesta. —Argelia, Albert Camus —dije.

To laugh is to dare, because laughter dares fate and sorrow and the weight of all injustices.

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. [...] If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

They're lucky, I said. I was already imagining our good-bye-we'd both cry, we'd have a good long hug, we'd say things we might be scared to say if we knew we had to look each other in the eye the next day. I don't know about that. I can be a pain. He laughed then, and bit into a donut. You might have noticed. I laughed, too. Might have.

That crazy kind of laughing that feels almost the same as crying.

He said, will you marry me! And I laughed. I remember thinking, this is a joke, and I said, yeah ok! And laughed! He was deadly serious, he said, you do realize that one day you will be queen! And a voice said to me inside, you won't be queen, but you will have a touch role! -Diana

He said, will you marry me! And I laughed. I remember thinking, this is a joke, and I said, yeah ok! And laughed! He was deadly serious, he said, you do realize that one day you will be queen! And a voice said to me inside, you won't be queen, but you will have a tough role! -Diana

You know, I think I knew you for about three weeks before I ever really saw you smile. And then one day, Morgan said something and you laughed, and I remember thinking it was really cool because it meant something. You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.

As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was telling me, too. And that, for once, I was part of this hidden language of laughter and silliness and girls that was, somehow, friendship.

Well, I said finally, knowing he was waiting, you make me laugh. He nodded. And? You're pretty good-looking. Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful. You want to be beautiful? I asked him. Are you saying I'm not?

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

Everyone laughed, and just like that, the conversation shifted, jumping to another topic. It was fast and furious, the talking, the emotions, the back-and-forth and forth-and-back. I realized that if I tried to focus on it too much, I got overwhelmed. So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.

To me she said, It's this stupid gotcha thing, they've been doing it for weeks now. Leaping out at each other and us, scaring the hell out of everyone. It's a game of wits, Bert said to me. Half-wits, Kristy added.

And somewhere in between then and now irony slipped its way into my vocabulary. Laughter became the antidote for guilt. Sacrifice grew to be a Band-Aid for shame.

Finding Will, loving Will, had been a revelation. Like finding the other half of herself. Having his grounded wisdom to draw on when she needed it, knowing that no matter what, she had him to come home to, that his laughter was part of her world and that the passion and courage and joy he ignited in her were here to stay, had transformed her perception of herself.

We find our way to the marble kitchen, open the fancy silver fridge, and serve ourselves a heaping plate of coleslaw and chicken fingers. "Mmm," I say. Prince makes sloppy eating sounds. "Delicious," says Jonah. He smiles at Frederic. "Tastes just like frog legs." I laugh so hard I snort coleslaw out of my nose.

And have a burger." "With fries, not flies," Jonah adds. I laugh.