Best 1863 quotes in «laughter quotes» category

Heer laughed, a deep, unguarded laugh that rolled over hills, and mountains and skimmed through valleys, as Aisha’s once had. A laugh she had long since forgotten she ever had.

Heer laughed again, wave upon wave of laughter that hit the eardrums and broke into a scatter of happiness around the room.

He had never heard anything quite as amazing as that voice. She talked as if she was continuously on the verge of breaking into giggles. And when she giggled she sounded the way Ove imagined champagne bubbles would have sounded if they were capable of laughter.

He laughed then. It was the first time I’d ever heard his laugh, a lovely dark sound that rippled through the air. “Well, that part definitely isn’t true.

He laughed and it sounded startled and a bit rusty, as if he didn't do that very often.

He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.

He laughs again and I want to eat his laughter, be nourished by it, feel it in my blood.

HELLO O what a difference O makes! It's simply hell without O... O how hell loves you! :-)

Help someone smile and laugh today.

Here I would point out, as a symptom equally worthy of notice, the ABSENCE OF FEELING which usually accompanies laughter. It seems as though the comic could not produce its disturbing effect unless it fell, so to say, on the surface of a soul that is thoroughly calm and unruffled. Indifference is its natural environment, for laughter has no greater foe than emotion. I do not mean that we could not laugh at a person who inspires us with pity, for instance, or even with affection, but in such a case we must, for the moment, put our affection out of court and impose silence upon our pity. In a society composed of pure intelligences there would probably be no more tears, though perhaps there would still be laughter; whereas highly emotional souls, in tune and unison with life, in whom every event would be sentimentally prolonged and re-echoed, would neither know nor understand laughter.

Her gaze shifted away. "I don't remember my dreams anymore." It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them, he was with his parents again. Hearing their laughter. Watching them live. But when he woke up they were really gone.

Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.

Her laughter was an upbeat song set to a minor key.

Her joyful spirit would bring laughter and happiness to anyone in her life with the same natural ease that a rose blooms and sheds its perfume.

Her laugh was my favorite sound, and I think I was her favorite reason to laugh.

Her laughter changed her voice from wind chimes to the jingling of sleigh bells.

Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.

Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.

He(Samuel, known as 'the Pea') was as apprehensive, weak and nervous about things as Swaminathan was. The bond between them was laughter. They were able to see together the same absurdities and incongruities in things. The most trivial and unnoticeable thing to others would tickle them to death.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

He thought about the next time he would laugh with her and then the next. He found himself often thinking about the future, even before the present was over.

He who laughs last laughs ... doesn't get it.

His forehands are nothing less than cricket shots. His single-handed backhand is like a game of table tennis return. I want to burst into laughter. His shots touch the Sky… His returns reach up to the Sun… His serves tread unknown paths…

His face went somber for half a second, and then it dissolved into an absolutely wonderful and fearless laugh. The old Ronan Lynch's laugh. No, it was better than that one, because this new one had just a hint of darkness beneath it. This Ronan knew there was crap in the world, but he was laughing anyway.

Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If cavemen had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

Homer was a true poet. He made the gods ridiculous.

Husbands....admit when you are wrong and shush when you are right :-)

Humor makes a lasting impression of great moments; awkward or pleasant

Humor is a tonic for life's trials. Laughter is the music of the soul. May your day have plenty of each

Humour is healthy for humans.

I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.

Ian's eyes settled on him, his expression grim. He bypassed everything, coming to a stop in front of the nervous young male. “I want all of your medicines to relieve fever, including liquids and capsules. Plus, I want a thermometer, the best one you have, and make sure it's not rectal.” He narrowed his eyes at the wide-eyed clerk in front of him. “I don't do rectal, and I won't use anything that involves an ass.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.

I ask for a decree dooming my bitter enemies to laughter advanced against them.

I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit... From its shell I breathe in... The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in... The gently... Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in... The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I’m always after I breathe in... The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in... The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in...the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness... With memories.. Of home I breathe... in... The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one... His roses left... On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can’t So I breathe in.. Once again.. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me.. Next I breathe in This moment... Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself.

I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in laughter! My religion is to laugh at myself, whenever I can! I believe in the sunlight and in grey skies with big, beautiful clouds!

—I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first. —That went by just a little fast, Torl. —It’s terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man’s foot when he’s wearing boots, commander.

I cannot take your sense of humor--and, with it, you've nothing to fear from me.

I believe that the ability to laugh at oneself is fundamental to the resiliency of the human spirit.

I dearly love a laugh.

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.

Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.

I crack jokes and do silly things not so that people laugh on me but because of me.

I don’t know why it was, exactly, but nothing irritated my father quite like the sound of his children’s happiness. Group crying, he could stand, but group laughing was asking for it, especially at the dinner table.

I don't even remember what was so funny; I only remember thinking I'd suffocate before I stopped laughing.

I don’t remember now who took the photo of us, but I’ve had it in my room for years. We’re leaning out of our windows and we’re laughing at each other with joyfulness purer than anything to do with the polite smiling you get used to doing when you get older. The photo has the kind of proper smiles that happen when you’re looking straight into the face of someone who’s been your best friend for a long time.

I don’t think being a comedian gives you any fucking insight into what makes people laugh.

I don't think I've ever heard you laugh. Ever. You face life like it's a warrior come to chop your head off, and you're just biding your time fretting until it does. Haven't you ever heard of the power of laughter?

I dreamt that ‪@mark_wahlberg‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ and his wife were our neighbors and we had dance parties in our living room and drank wine from solo cups. Everyone said I danced like I was doing parkour, and everyone laughed, until I fell off the roof and broke my neck. -Crystal Woods and Jarod Kintz

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.