Quotes About Laughter

She pouted. It's very serious, Uncle Varana. Naturally it is, he agreed, gently touching her out-thrust lower lip with one thick finger, but that's no reason not to laugh about it.

Fear's a part of life, Mandorallen, and it's the only life we have. You'll get used to it. After you've put it on every morning like an old tunic, you won't even notice it anymore. Sometimes laughing at it helps—a little." "Laughing?" "It shows the fear that you know it's there, but that you're going to go ahead and do what you have to do anyway.

Until a person learns to laugh at himself, though, his life will be a tragedy – at least that's the way he'll see it.

To hear them laugh was to hear that everything was all right, but to see them laugh was to see otherwise

It takes a big man to laugh at himself, but it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.

Gee," I say, "there are no sheets on this bed." The mouse looks at me. "Señor," he says, "if you sheet on my bed, I will keel you." We both laugh, and the mouse punches me in the arm.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

Such people there are living and flourishing in the world - Faithless, Hopeless, Charityless: let us have at them, dear friends, with might and main. Some there are, and very successful too, mere quacks and fools: and it was to combat and expose such as those, no doubt, that Laughter was made

I have always been a Laugher, disturbing people who are not laughers, upsetting whole audiences at theatres... I laugh, that's all. I love to laugh. Laugher to me is being alive. I have had rotten times, and I have laughed through them. Even in the midst of the very worst times I have laughed.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

In jest, there is truth.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies.

All of Creation's a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-- Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out-- And take upon 's the mystery of things As if we were God's spies...

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It