You might as well laugh at yourself,everyone else is.

Trauma can have a masking effect.

He who laughs last laughs … doesn’t get it.

Resiliency is the body’s internal response to a stressful situation.

The cat that laughs is crazy. Man who does not laugh is below… (Le chat qui rit est un fou. – Homme qui ne rit est dessous…)

Boundaries are, in simple terms, the recognition of personal space.

I have perceived that to be with those i like is enough,To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,To pass among them...

If you’ll laugh about something one day, you may as well start now.

I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t laugh.

My body needs laughter as much as it needs tears. Both are cleansers of stress.

We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is...

Through life, I want to walk gently. I want to treat all of life – the earth and its people – with reverence. I want to remove my shoes in the presence of holy ground....

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.

I don’t do rectal, and I won’t use anything that involves an ass.

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you...

The only people for me are the ones who spill things, the ones who drop their cups sometimes, the ones who get dirty hands and messy hair, the ones who can go barefoot if they...

Laughter translates into any language.

Mama, don’t take him. We need him,’ Jack whispered. ‘Please. He will not forget you if you let him stay with us. He will love you for ever and every time he laughs, he will...

I got offended when she laughed, because she was showing pleasure, but she was also showing displeasure—in all the previous moments where she hadn’t laughed.

Italians make you laugh and break your heart.

I’m a sucker for a man who giggles—not a high-pitched serial-killer sort of giggle, but a lighthearted laugh.

no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt underneath.

Shared laughter is erotic too

it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.

No, my young apprentice. You said the exact right thing. Again. I’m just laughing at life.””Why?” he asked, opening both his eyes.”Because sometimes it’s either laugh or cry. I prefer laugh. How about you?

I stand in the dark, start to unbutton. Then I hear something inside my body. I’ve broken, something has cracked, that must be it. Noise is coming up, coming out, of the broken place, in...

But laugh?” He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. “Here lives laugh.” He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. “Push back laugh is not good. Not...

That is one of the reasons why a man should pick a path with heart, so that he can find his laughter.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

If you’re stressing over happiness, you’re doing it wrong!

Laughter is an interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious and, though intermittent, incurable.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn’t good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it...

She knew what all smart women knew: Laughter made you live better and longer.

Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing. My soul probably looks like Fred Astaire.

I didn’t hear what was said, but I laughed, because I was too embarrassed to embarrass him by breaking up his punch line and laughter by asking him to repeat it.

No one will laugh at how great things are for somebody.

I had a dream about you. You were canned laughter, and I was a can of tomato paste. I was organic, but you were completely artificial. You thought people liked having you around, but I...

and we laugh and laugh andall I know isat this moment I feel likeI can do anything I wantand be anyone I wantand go anywhere on the globeand still call it home

Humor is heartbreak in reverse.

When I die, I plan to be laughing hysterically.

If neither crying nor laughing can change my circumstances, then I rather go through them laughing.

The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

I laugh for sheer medicinal purposes; because I feel I might die otherwise.

The F word turns me on, she whispered. The F word?FoodHe threw back his head and laughed. It rumbled up out of his chest and felt so good it startled him. For the first time...

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.

Your laugh is of the sardonic kind.

More and more, as I get older, people come up to me and say, ‘Thank you for all the laughter.’ And my standard answer is, ‘It was my pleasure.’ But that’s the truth.

There is a point in the future where even the worst disaster starts to settle into an anecdote.