Quotes About Laughter

I laugh again. Honestly, I don't know why I laughed so infrequently before. Everything is marvellous and ridiculous.

This is not how I meant to begin. I meant to give you wine and fruit and cheese. I meant to tell you how your hair is as beautiful as curling woodsmoke, your eyes the exact colour of walnuts. I thought I could compose an ode about it, but I am not very good at odes.' I laugh, and he covers his heart as though stung by cruelty

I remember how angry she was when Taryn and I gave in to Faerie and started having fun. Crowns of flowers on our heads, shooting bows and arrows at the sky. Eating candied violets and falling asleep with our heads pillowed on logs. We were children. Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night. But to hold a blade in my hand, a blade like the one that killed my parents, and think it was a toy, she'd have to believe I was heartless.

I like playing pretend with you.

Though he means me harm, I will miss him. I will miss the way he moves through the world, as though nothing could be so terrible that he might not laugh at it.

His raven's-wing hair falls over one eye. 'So, are we at war?' For a moment, I think he is talking about us. 'No,' I say. 'At least not until the next full moon.' 'You can't fight the sea,' Locke says philosophically. Cardan gives a little laugh. 'You can fight anything. Winning, though, that's something else again.

Crees que yo planeé tu humillación? —Se ríe—. ¿Yo? Eso implicaría esforzarse.

Their laughter floods the hallway, sounding like the cawing of crows.

Someone poisoned the High King, and he is going to laugh and dance himself to death in front of a Court that will veer between delight and disgust. They will think him ridiculous as his heart stops.

After all the humiliations I have suffered, all the things I have done for my mistresses at their commands, here I am in a dirty human restaurant, serving coffee to fools. For Kaye. Because I am free to. Because I think it would please her. Because I think it would make her laugh.' 'It's definitely going to make her laugh,' Corny said. 'Thus I am saved from my own grim self,' Roiben said, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile lifting his mouth.

Not me." She shakes her head. "I am going to fall in love." I am surprised into laughter. "So you've just decided? I didn't think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like sap to the skull." "Well, I have decided," she says.

For a moment, a desire for vengeance rises in me. Once, she laughed at my humiliation. Now I could gloat before hers. This is what power feels like, pure unfettered power. It's great.

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

Au!' zeg ik. 'Weet je eigenlijk wel wat een beul je bent?' Nu lacht ze van oor tot oor. Als het mogelijk was, zouden haar mondhoeken helemaal opkrullen. Ze leunt naar voren. 'O, dat weet ik heus wel. En ik weet ook dat jij het lekker vindt.' Sam gniffelt. Mij kan het niet schelen. Ik vind het inderdaad lekker.

He does not seem like someone who has been carrying poisoned spies through the snow, someone who has braved an enemy camp. Someone who pushed his magical cloak into my hands. He seems like the person who shoved me into the water and laughed when it closed over my head. Who tricked me.

True, he doesn't make you cry. Question is, does he make you laugh?

Your dad used to say that our problems disappear when we laugh and I think he was right. They do, even if only for those few minutes while we are laughing.

Unquenchable laughter arose among the blessed gods.

To promote laughter without joining in it greatly heightens the effect.

Laughter is the representative of Tragedy, when Tragedy is away.

Laughter is the Wild Body's song of triumph.

We were so happy.

What are you babbling on about, woman?" sighed Chloe. She'd picked this phrase up from her father and imitated his weary tone perfectly. They'd made the mistake of laughing the first time she did it, so she'd kept it up, and said it just often enough, and with perfect timing, so that they couldn't help but keep laughing.

Amy had never had a boyfriend hit her, although she'd had a couple who fucked her when she was too out of it to consent, but that was before consent got fashionable. Those kinds of incidents used to be considered 'funny'. Even 'hilarious'. The worse you felt, the louder you laughed. The laughter was necessary because it put you back in charge. You didn't remember, so you created a memory you hoped was the truth.