Quotes About Laughter

The secular world looks to the church and to its chagrin, finds no love, no life, no laughter, no hope and no happiness.

Whenever I drink champagne I either laugh or cry...I get so emotional! I love champagne.

He who has the courage to laugh is almost as much a master of the world as he who is ready to die.

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.

The moment you start seeing life as non-serious, a playfulness, all the burden on your heart disappears. All the fear of death, of life, of love - everything disappears.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Be a clown , be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool , play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh .

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It's beautiful.

I do consider myself a clown and a court jester, and I do love to make people laugh, whether they're laughing with me or at me.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

I believe there is a direct correlation between love and laughter.

I love playing people who don't have a sense of humor for instance, there's nothing funnier to me than a person with no sense of humor.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.

I'm having too much fun today to worry about tomorrow.

I swallowed. "Mum, you're not going to get divorced, are you?" Her eyes shot open. "Divorced? I'm a good Catholic girl, Louisa. We don't divorce. We just make our men suffer for all eternity." She waited just for a moment, and then she started to laugh.

She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.

I laughed and shook my head. 'I don't think so. My mum doesn't really go out. And it's not my cup of tea.' 'Like films with subtitles weren't your cup of tea?' I frowned at him. 'I'm not your project, Will. This isn't My Fair Lady.' 'Pygmalion.' 'What?' 'The play you're referring to. It's Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard offspring.

Three days later, just as I set off for work, the postman handed me a letter. I opened it on the bus, thinking it might be an early birthday card from some distant cousin. It read, in computer- ized text: Dear Clark, This is to show you that I am not an entirely selfish arse. And I do appreciate your efforts. Thank you. Will I laughed so hard the bus driver asked me if my lottery numbers had come up.

Jesus Christ," said my father. "Can you imagine? If it wasn't punishment enough ending up in a ruddy wheelchair, then you get our Lou turning up to keep you company." "Bernard!" my mother scolded. Behind me, Granddad was laughing into his mug of tea.

we laughed awkwardly, in the way British people do when they are experiencing great emotion.