The only thing that stops God from sending another flood is that the first one was useless.
What does it matter whether I am shown to be right! I am right too much!--And he who laughs best today will also laugh last.
There is a kind of laughter that sickens the soul. Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town. Laughter in all its ignorance and cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it. It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice. It has no humor. It is naked noise and naked malice.
She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave. Or so she'd thought.
Yes, when you see for the first time, a great laughter arises in you - the laughter about the whole ridiculousness of your misery, the laughter about the whole foolishness of your problems, the laughter about the whole absurdity of your suffering.
Laugh a lot. Laughter will make even the dreariest situations a whole lot more enjoyable.
He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. “Amanda, do you trust me?” “Of course not,” she said. “I don’t know the first thing about you. ” Laughter rustled from his chest. “Sensible woman.
All dramatic realism is somewhat sadistic; an audience is persuaded to watch something that makes it uncomfortable and from which no relief is offered - no laughter, no tears, no purgation.
Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart.
To live long and achieve happiness, cultivate the art of radiating happiness.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day. Bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.
I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all.
That's the quickest way to my heart: Laughter.
Sharing laughter is a way of casting delight to the wind so it blows everywhere and to everyone.
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.
The only universal language I know of that wraps up joy and gratitude and love is laughter.
Close friends are truly life's treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.
Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.