Quotes About Laughter

A boy is naturally full of humor.

If we may believe our logicians, man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter. He has a heart capable of mirth, and naturally disposed to it.

I don't know if there is a gene for comedy, but my dad was a very funny man. He just didn't know it. He was a naturally funny character, and when my brother and I would laugh at things he said and did, he would say, 'What do you think is so funny?'

Everyone who has ever met me for at least five minutes knows I'm a really funny person. I love to laugh and to make people laugh, so writing comedy comes naturally to me.

Comedy is probably a lot harder for me. Maybe it's because I've been doing drama for so long or maybe it's because... you don't want to search for a laugh; you can't try to be funny, you just have to naturally be funny or be in a situation that's funny.

People in comedy are just gorgeous, just the best human beings. They are naturally interested in other people and in playing something other than themselves.

The earth laughs in flowers.

Poison. he said, deadpan. That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much. She's a treasure. Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm. .... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's a treasure. Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing.

Cheers the spirit, humor does, even at the darkest times. Yet

Because late night, when I made you mine—" "Shush. You didn't!" "All right. Last night when you made me yours—" She definitely heard Pom snort.

The secret weapon is cucumber.' Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.' MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. 'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.' 'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.' 'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder.

He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us. Francesca laughed at him.

If I had a sense of humor, I'd be laughing right now.

I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.

Then I guess we cannot miss the famous festival in New Orleans, he found himself saying, just to take the shadows from her eyes. She was silent a moment, her fingers twisting in the blanket. Do you mean it, Gregori? We can go? You know how much I love crowds of humans, he said, straight-faced. She laughed at him. They don't bite. I do, he said, the words low and soft, his silver gaze at once possessive.

Gregori's arm moved from around her waist to circle her neck, a male gesture of ownership. Savannah laughed to herself. Carpathian men were not far from the cave. I caught that , mon amour. Gregori's soft voice brushed at her mind, a low caress that curled warmth in her stomach. He sounded close to teasing, but she noticed he didn't drop his arm from around her neck.

We can shape-shift whenever we like. She made a face. You mean all those hideous stories are true? Rats and bats and slimy worm things? Now, why would I want to be a slimy worm thing? He was openly laughing. The sound startled him; he couldn't remember laughing aloud.

Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. I expected steam this time, Jacques said, crushing her to him. Can you do that? Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam? He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered.

I'm going to crash if you keep that up. You're sort of distracting.' He laughed again at her matter-of-fact observation. 'I'm sort of distracting? I obviously need to try harder.

She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.

The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he'd never felt more alive.

Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.

Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She'd given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.

Mikhail seated himself across the small table from her, his eyes drifting lazily, possessively, over her alluring curves. Why do you dress in men's clothes? he asked. She laughed, soft and melodious, and her eyes lit with mischief. Because I knew it would annoy you. He threw his head back and laughed. -Mikhail & Raven