Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.
Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand.
Laughter is an instant vacation
Laughter, holding both his sides.
Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects.
Seven days without laughter makes one weak.
All things are cause for either laughter or weeping.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.
Laughter is complete rapture vocalized.
Perhaps I know why it is man alone who laughs He alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the self same well from which your laughter rises was often times filled with your tears.
You can't deny laughter when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
There are three things which are real God, human folly, and laughter. The first two are beyond our comprehension. So we must do what we can with the third.
So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.
The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.
The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
What makes life worth living To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
Sometimes the laughter in mothering is the recognition of the ironies and absurdities. Sometime, though, it's just pure, unthinking delight.
Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.
May your walls know joy May every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion... I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.