Best 1863 quotes in «laughter quotes» category

To create laughter, you must first learn to smile

To comedians and humorists, God is laugh.

To each his own, I supposed, and I had more important things, like my impending death, to worry about.

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

To truly fail in life is to never try. When you fall on your face, it is an opportunity for you to find the road again. It may remind you how hard the road is, but you will never forget its presence once you make contact.

To us investigators, the concept 'soul' is irrelevant and a matter for laughter.

Trauma can have a masking effect.

Tu seras toujours mon ami. Tu auras envie de rire avec moi.

To lose the simple years of your life is to lose your soul. Some say don’t look back, but if there is love and laughter behind you, look homeward from time to time. Draw strength from your mistakes, your accomplishments, your losses, your awkward years, your unanswered prayers. Draw strength from the magnificent landscape of your youth.

To neglect ones own ability to laugh is the greatest form of Blasphemy, for to laugh is to pray.

To reach the spirit world To be free of these promises I would find you, and we would laugh at the old ways we tried to love.

Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?” Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured, but she was already setting off down the quay, her feet barely touching the ground.

Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he'd left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?

We all have stories, just as you do. Ways in which he touched us, helped us, gave us money, sold it to us wholesale. Lots of stories, big and small. They all add up. Over a lifetime it all adds up. That's why we're here, William. We're a a part of him, who he is, just as he is a part of us. You still don't understand, do you?" I didn't. But as I stared at the man and he stared back at me, in my father's dream I remembered where we'd met before. "And what did my father do for you?" I asked him, and the old man smiled. "He made me laugh," he said.

We bleed our sorrows dry on the chance that laughter will save what is left of our dignity

We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.

We can’t all be comedians, some people have to do the laughing.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor... When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

We laughed together. It’s so lovely laughing with a man. It feels positive. Relaxed…

We laugh, that we may not cry.

We Live and we Learn but we don't always Laugh.

We need more kindness, more compassion, more joy, more laughter.

We passed from laughter to terror which, like love and hate, are close relatives.

We're all here for a spell; get all the good laughs you can.

Violet learned then what she had forgotten until this moment: that laughter is serious. More complicated, more serious than tears.

When Death laughs, no one else does

Whenever I experienced some disappointment in my life, it was always laughter that came to my rescue.

Whenever I feel sad, I just take out my phone and listen to her laughter recorded in my online messenger.

Whenever we hear laughter, we sense the magic and the beauty of being existed!

Una ridarella incontenibile, come quella dei bambini all'asilo, che si tengono la pancia per non piangere, solo perché qualcuno ha detto "tette" o "culo" o si è pisciato addosso.

We're all a little broken, it's how we feed our brokenness that defines us; some you wouldn't believe ever broke and some you will see never grew through the break but one thing certain, everyone is a little broken, it's how we feed our brokenness that defines us.

We're [as parents] striving for an unattainable, inauthentic shell, and ignoring the real nut, the gooey inside: love, laughter, and fulfillment from simple things.

We're so accustomed to laughing. It's harder for us when the time comes that we can't laugh.

We watched each other in the candlelight and suave music, and because laughter was the only weapon we had, we laughed until the chill of his story faded, and was gone.

What had been so funny? But you can never remember what you were laughing about, and even if you could, it seems doubtful that it would still be funny.

What is this place?’ ‘Heaven.’ She laughed, ‘with better drinks!

What the hell?” Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.

When David wasn't ruling, he would ponder all the various forms of laughter there could be. So far, he had only categorized four: laughter at your own expense, laughter at the expense of others, laughter at the human predicament, and laughter at small animals falling off tables.

When Ben came back to me, he said, "Why are you laying with your face in the sand?" I made sure all the laughter was out of me before I rolled over. "I think it helps sunburn." I said.

When I could find something to laugh about for 30 minutes, my grief lightened just enough to make the day bearable.

When I die, I plan to be laughing hysterically.

When I told the rainbow what its colors meant, it laughed.

When it’s my turn, I fill my plate with rice, shami kabob, lentils, and butter chicken, skipping the cauliflower and salad, and pile the naan high before carefully carrying it downstairs to the basement. Rabiya, Yusuf, and the other kids are already camped in front of the TV with their food. Mustafa joins a few minutes later, plopping down on our beat-up leather sofa next to Yusuf. “There’s nothing good on,” Yusuf announces after flipping through all the channels. “Isn’t there a basketball game?” Mustafa asks. “Nooo!” Rabiya whines. “I want SpongeBob,” a little boy named Jamal says, chewing on a piece of naan. “How about we tell scary stories?” Yusuf suggests. “No way,” Rabiya refuses. “Last time I had nightmares for days.” I agree. Yusuf tells the scariest stories ever. The worst one was about severed hands of bodies that were dug up from graves. The hands came to life and would tickle people to death. I still think about that whenever we pass a graveyard.

When I was younger, I use to laugh at my mom when she was silly. Now that I'm older, I find myself just as silly as her. Thanks mom, for teaching us that even as adults, it's OK to be fun and enjoy life laughing. I now get to teach my nephews and stepdaughter the same thing.

When I was a child, I was full of joy. When I was a youth, I was full of laughter. When I was an adult, I was full of trouble. When I was an elder, I was full of wisdom.

When my first attempt failed, fear brought into me a shock... I gave a smile, only to realize that my shock was gone. A smile is a shock absorber!

When people are doing their utmost to upset you, it's probably best to just laugh at them.

When was the last time you had a good belly-shaking-tear-jerking-snot-producing laugh? That long?

When you are having a really crappy day, and life seems to be kicking your ass, try to force your self to laugh. If you can achieve a smile and a laugh, you can chase any demons away

When you laugh, be sure to laugh at what people do and not at what people are.