Quotes About Laughter

At least he's laughing. It sounds as if he might strangle on it, but he's laughing. So help me God.

His laugh smelled of juniper and loam, and Kit's confused expression showed; it made the little elf laugh the harder.

The tree laughed like crystal wind chimes. The sound crawled along my nerves and the nape of my neck in an unpleasant frisson.

Elspeth chuckles, that half-swallowed ironic laugh I've got so fond of, and lowers her voice.

The irony makes me laugh myself sick: think for a moment of ripping myself free, taking Elspeth and Gabe and running for the hells-and find out my gorgeous justification is already part of the prime minister's audacious plan for world cooperation-By the time I'm done, wiping tears onto the back of my left hand, everybody else by the windows is staring at me. I shake my head helplessly and grab Ellie's hand.

Still perfect sixteen, and she glares when Ellie and I burst out laughing.

Sometimes he thought he plunged through darkness eternally and heard nothing but the Devil's amiable laughter, and knew nothing but the heat of his own Hell.

Once they get you to laugh the fight is over, because no matter how mad you are, nobody takes you seriously when you're trying to dress them down while giggling.

At least somebody's sense of humor was intact.

They laughed every time they accidentally looked at each other.

In the few days Seeker had been away, Hope had grown from abused girl to aristocratic young woman. It was in every line as she tilted her head to the side, listening to laughter floating down the sweeping stairwell-in the calluses on her fingertips and the smile at the edge of her eyes.

It took me a moment to identify the terrible bubbling sound coming over my com as Farweather laughing at me between swallows of blood. I resisted the urge to smash her fucking helmet in, but only barely.

Lucifer was laughing, defending himself delightedly from the slender light wrapped figure who pressed him only tentatively.

She chuckled and rattled her chain.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling like agates, the first flash of a real personality she'd seen.

His laugh came forth as a voiceless sob.

Oh, that was fang indeed, and the flicker of a long forked tongue in silent laughter.

Was that what it sounded like when a Rashaquin guffawed? It reminded me of a whole orchestra's string section tuning.

She cried and he held her and he cried too. He didn't think that either could say what they were crying about, but it was something they needed to do, right now, together, and then, quite suddenly, they were laughing, hard, brash laughter that came up from someplace deep.

Nick? Nick Hurley?" I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. "You'll be sorry to hear I don't make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I'd rather smile at girls." "I noticed" He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed.

Ever notice how really smart people enjoy making silly jokes?

He watched her hurry off to her car and back down the driveway too fast--as always--cutting the wheel too soon as usual. "Mailbox!" he yelled when she was still ten feet from slamming on the brakes. She gazed at him with surprise, her hazel eyes holding his for a moment, then she laughed and continued out of the driveway on a safer path.

La manera en que Tristan la hacía reír, la manera en que la había atraído a su vida, la manera en que la había deleitado con su música - ¿Como podría alguna vez dejar su ansia de él?

But she learned in two hours what most girls of her age would only have learned in two weeks, for she was without fear, and after each tumble she was up again, dizzy and bruised yet laughing, and back in the saddle almost before Sir Benjamin had time to draw rein.