Quotes About Laughter

understand." Allie said, "Well, I don't know that we would need to go that far." He relaxed his grip on the phone. The two young girls just behind him could not stop laughing. They kept dissolving in cascades of giggles, sputtering and squeaking. What did girls that age find so

Tonight I walked around the pond scaring frogs; a couple of them jumped off, going, in effect, eek, and most grunted, and the pond was still. But one big frog, bright green like a poster-paint frog, didn't jump, so I waved my arm and stamped to scare it, and it jumped suddenly, and I jumped, and then everything in the pond jumped, and I laughed and laughed.

The beauty of the world . . . has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. —Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Never laugh at a kiss. A kiss was mysterious and powerful, fragile and invincible. Like any spark, a kiss might fizzle into nothing, or consume an entire forest. A kiss was no laughing matter.

I mean how could he possibly preconceive something like that?' And I'm dying right? My face is red and I'm fuming. And then, finally, Christine grabs me and takes me aside and says 'Don didn't send that. Mick and John did.' They were in hysterics.

Bob had found fundamentally foreknowledged form in the way Annie giggled

I guess love laughs at history a little.

all right. It's been a pleasure. Oh, forgive me if I offended you by my laughter. Sometimes it just comes out, I can't help it. Mind you, usually I'm not cheerful at all, just the opposite. The thing is I've always found people who describe themselves by insulting others very funny. Have a nice day.

There's a word for this in English, he mused, still soft. I can't recall it. I've made you a...a fallen women. Yes? Yes, I agreed, still smiling. Thank you ever so much. It's been entirely my pleasure, he said in Romanian, and I turned my face into his sleeve and began to laugh.

Oh, yeah. If there's one thing I'm good for, it's comic relief.

Is there something I can do? About what? she snapped. About your problem, he persisted. Does anybody's ass need kicking? I can take care of that for you. I kick good ass. Her laughter rang out, sweet and bright and gorgeous. Wow, she said. You'd do that for me? After, what has it been now, a fifteen-minute acquaintance? Twenty, maybe, tops? He considered that, and opened his mouth, and the raw, uncut, uncensored truth just plopped right out. Yeah, he said. I would.

Zola smills, smuggles, what is that word? What is it, that word for the happy teeth??

He'd never seen one so vibrant, though, or so vividly compelling... those glowing green eyes sparkling with sunlight and curiosity and silent laughter, and when she glanced in Henry's direction, she held his gaze, a look that was both challenging and enigmatic... He was utterly certain that this was Eleanor of Aquitaine, and no less sure that the French King must be one of God's greatest fools.

Now our poor Gib never had a sense of humor to lose...

The scene in the great hall was a raucous one, a cheerful mélange of knights, minstrels, servants, disreputable-looking women, and dogs, who were dicing, performing bawdy songs, responding to cries for wine, laughing shrilly, and barking.

Time's up, Ladies. Let's go back inside. We can sit by the fire, hold hands, and sing Kumbaya, Seth called from the front porch. Fucker, Hammer muttered. I think we should beat his ass next, Liam muttered conspiratorially. Both men cracked a knowing grin. As if they'd read one another's minds, they raised their right arms and flipped Seth off, laughing. It felt good.

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When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

Humor was an antiseptic that cleaned the deepest of personal wounds.

But none of them laughed as hard about my beautiful brain as I knew my father would have. I miss him, the drunk bastard. I would always feel closest to the man who had most disappointed me.

Can you hear the dreams crackling like a campfire? Can you hear the dreams sweeping through the pine trees and tipis? Can you hear the dreams laughing in the sawdust? Can you hear the dreams shaking just a little bit as the day grows long? Can you hear the dreams putting on a good jacket that smells of fry bread and sweet smoke? Can you hear the dreams stay up late and talk so many stories?

And I laughed because half of me was happy and half of me wasn't sure what else to do.

We all laughed and laughed Because, yes, my mother was Exactly the kind of mortal Who challenged the Gods. She was the reservation Medea. She was the indigenous Antigone. But just imagine how it felt to be Her fragile child. I never stopped Being afraid of her. I never left That dark porch. I am still Sleeping with those dogs.

Whites and Indians laughed at most of the same jokes, but they laughed for different reasons.