Quotes About Laughter

When you see true evil, it changes you forever. It wants to make sure laughter and joy die a violent death, but the best it can manage is to put them on life support. It's up to the rest of us to make sure they don't stay there." -John Murphy, Bartender at Bulfinche's Pub

Sometimes saving the day isn't about being brave. More often for me, it's a joke that's gone too far." –John Murphy, bartender at Bulfinche's Pub

Where have you been, Theodora?," Mrs Goodman asked. "Walking, Mother." "And whom did you see?" Mrs Goodman flung her grammar like a stone. "I did not see a cat," said Theodora. Mrs Goodman looked at her daughter, who giggled before she left the room.

Mickey's laugh is real and sounds like it comes from someplace warm in her heart.

People with no humor, they're outta my life.

Laughter. An essential ingredient for survival. And we laughed a lot.

Kahkahalar. Hayatta kalabilmek için önemli bir malzeme. Ve biz s?k s?k kahkaha atard?k.

Hey, sister. What's your situation?" "On earth or in the universe?" He laughed and said, "All right!

Risos. Ingrediente essencial da sobrevivência. E nós ríamos muito.

It seemed like all of creation was mapped out above and I was drawn from the laughter of the other children into a stillness I aspired to master. Here one could hear a seed form or the soul fold like a handkerchief.

And that's finally all anyone wants out of a book- to be amused

because he was a man who had suffered but because he was a man who had suffered and could still crack jokes.

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

I have an inability to enjoy things, but that's why we're in comedy. If we were happy, we wouldn't be funny, I guess.

Women's humor seems to be a little more supportive. It's just kind of trying to make the other one laugh through funny voices and kind of talking about other people. I respond to that. I feel less like I'm going to get beat up in a room full of women than I do in a room full of guys.

I love funny people, and when I'm with funny people, or people who are amusing in their weirdness, I love it. Because that to me is funny, as opposed to someone who stops and says, 'Hey let me tell you a joke.'

I love a good laugh as well, I think that's so important in life, which is probably why I've dabbled in comedy writing as well as horror. I think if you can make someone laugh or smile it's the most special thing in the world.

Would you like some warm Spring pie? Then, take a cup of clear blue sky. Stir in buzzes from a bee, Add the laughter of a tree. A dash of sunlight should suffice To give the dew a hint of spice. Mix with berries, plump and sweet. Top with fluffy clouds, and eat!

It's easy 'nough to titter w'en de stew is smokin' hot,But hit's mighty ha'd to giggle w'en dey's nuffin' in de pot.

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.

The pain between them made me as envious as their laughter, because it was real and expressible, blood-red with passion, and not the invisible pain of a ghost like me. Sometimes my head filled with a scream that went on for hours but was silenced by the walls of the closet. My face still wearing its social smile fixed in place as if by a stroke.

in this life, living, there is no dignity except perhaps in laughter.