Quotes About Laughter

I did know some people who would receive me, but reluctantly, because I had nothing to offer company save a long face and a self-pitying heart, and I had no intention of changing either. Black Americans of my generation didn't look kindly on public mournings except during or immediately after funerals. We were expected by others and by ourselves to lighten the burden by smiling, to deflect possible new assaults by laughter. Hadn't it worked for us for centuries? Hadn't it?

The Black child must learn early to allow laughter to fill his mouth or the million small cruelties he encounters will congeal and clog his throat.

after all, girls have to giggle, and after being a woman for theee years I was about to become a girl.

Did I learn to be kinder, To be more patient, And more generous, More loving, More ready to laugh, And more easy to accept honest tears? If I accept those legacies of my departed beloveds, I am able to say, Thank You to them for their love and Thank You to God for their lives.

We cackled like two old crones, remembering a secret past. The laughter was sour and not really directed at white women. It was a traditional ruse that was used to shield the Black vulnerability; we laughed to keep from crying.

We laughed together. Our friendship was possible because Ivonne was wise without glitter, while I, too often, glittered without wisdom.

Why should I be afraid of you?' He was still laughing. He said 'Maybe you think I'll think you are a missionary and I'll eat you.' I said 'I don't think that anyway. If more Africans had eaten more missionaries, the continent would be in better shape.

Only the secure can bear the weight of a joke and only the very secure can join in the laughter.

I wondered what they could be laughing about. Whitefolks were so strange. Could they be talking about me?

I couldn't believe that our mother would laugh and eat oranges in the sunshine without her children.

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life had been one great big joke, A dance that's walked, A song that's spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke, When I think about myself.

God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me.

To girls' night out!

There's no doubt you balance me, Maren. I have fun when I'm with you and you make me laugh. You give that to me. That makes you very special and what you offer me very precious.

Jesus has to be crying up there somewhere. Or laughing hysterically. I can't figure out which one.

She'd be thrilled when he'd presented her with a brand-new e-reader - the latest upgrade-along with an entire collection of her favorite books in digital, loaded onto the reader. She'd thrown her arms aroud him and hugged and kissed him so exuberantly that he'd laughed. But then he did that alot around her. Laughed

Oh my Jesus, she breathed. Evangeline, what do you do with all these wonderful young men? Evangeline choked and Drake squeezed her hand beneath the table, his features working up and down as he tried to suppress his laughter over Evangeline's mortification. Maddox smirked while Silas's lips turned up into a slow grin. Not nearly enough, Maddox said morosely.

She pulled back again and eyed him suspiciously. "No demand that I quit my job so you can shut me away and keep me safe?" "Hell no. Who would save my ass on a mission? I'm counting on you to protect me!" She laughed, despite the gut-wrenching pain it caused her, and let go of some of the horrible tension knotting her gut. "I'll do my best.

Save your rejections so that later when you are famous you can show them to people and laugh.

Michael has never cried during a Broadway show. Except in that scene where Tarzan's ape father is brutally murdered. And that was only because he was laughing so hard.

It was only when they'd rounded the corner toward the Penguin that we finally sat up, Laughing semi-hysterically. Oh my God, did you see her face? Becca asked between guffaws. 'There's something in my hair!' That was fantastic, Crazytop, Jason said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. Best master plan yet.

I guess I was in kind of a bad mood because of Jesse interrupting my little heart-to-heart with Father Dominic. But that was no reason for him to come up behind me as I was walking toward the group around the fire and whisper, Behave, in my ear. I flashed him a look of annoyance. I always do, I said. You know what he did then? He laughed! And not in a very nice way, either. I couldn't believe it.

I think at the end of the world a sense of humor would be important.

Perhaps the way to succeed is to think of life on Earth as a colossal joke, a creation of such immense stupidity that the only way to live is to laugh until you think your heart will break.