Quotes About Laughter

Guilt is for losers. Guilt is for folks who have stupid things like regrets. I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

Guilt. Guilt is for losers. Guilt is for folks who have stupid things like regrets. I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

I'd take some peace and quiet. A beautiful girl." He laughed. "A good book.

You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!" "I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your Ã¢â'¬Â¦ hat.

Find the silver lining. Throw that head back and belly up a laugh. It's just another adventure. Greet it, master it.

He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased. "I doona think so," Drustan growled.

He laughed, a dark, sensual purr, and she felt her nipples tighten.

I belly up a laugh from way down deep where I'm always half laughing anyway because being alive—dude!—it's the greatest adventure in the world. What a ride it's been. Short but stupendous.

There are no certainties but one. Death will come. My philosophy has always been: feckin' A—all the more reason to ride the hell out of it! Milk life for all you can get. Howl with laughter, scream with fear. Get sloshed on every color of the rainbow.

Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe." I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless. McCabe laughed. "She talk?" "Not unless I tell her to. Her mouth's usually too full.

This is my idea of a sex dream? Clearly, I need more practice. Scrambling to the edge of the bed, she claps a hand to her mouth, and laughs. "I belched!" she proclaims delightedly. "I always wondered what it would feel like." She frowns. "Ugh. Like a wee gaheena was trying to crawl up my throat. Not a pleasant sensation at all. But once it started coming out, it felt wonderful." She's

He shakes me."Say my name." "No." "Damn it,would you just cooperate?" "I do not know that word,'cooperate.'" "Obviously,"he growls. "I think you make up words." "I do not make up words." "Do,too." "Do not." "Too." "Not." I laugh "Woman you make me crazed,"he mutters. We do this often.Get into childish arguments.He is stubborn,my beast.

Comedy is pain plus time.

Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers." He stopped and went very still. JZB: "Who is it?" Mac: "The MacKeltars." He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane." Mac: "I had a good teacher." JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane." Mac and Barrons

She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd never seen eyes as darkly brown as hers. With her dark hair she should have been a study in monochrome, but she wasn't. Her cheeks matched her pink lips.

Rutherford arches his neck toward her outstretched hand. Freckles of light float across his patchy hindquarters. He licks the girl's palm according to a code that he's worked out: - - - -, which means that he is Rutherford Birchard Hayes, the nineteenth president of the United States of America, and that she should alert the local officials. "Ha-ha!" the girl laughs. "That tickles.

the trees get angry if you bring flashlights or candles Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "You girls want an underworld?" The Chief's booming laugh was directed

One of my favorite things: good conversation with good friends.

A good friend is someone who is there for me when i'm glad or sad...who I can laugh madly with or cry badly with.

When I'm hurting, it feels good to laugh. This is because, when life gets tough, we have two choices: We can cry about it, or we can laugh, and laughing is easier on the mascara. Crying makes me look like a raccoon.

Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.

Surround yourself with people who make you happy. People who make you laugh, who help you when you're in need. People who genuinely care. They are the ones worth keeping in your life. Everyone else is just passing through.

True happiness, self-development, freedom, comes from inside - and is expressed externally in bright faces, a big smile, and plenty of laughing. Just look at the Dalai Lama.

AND YOU HAVE TO have, I think, a similar sense of humor. That was a very important part of our life together. In fact, just two weeks before he died, we were talking one night, and he said something and I just dissolved in laughter, and he looked at me so self-satisfied and said, "I can still make you laugh after all these years!" And he could.