laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.

Sherlock Holmes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of laughter.

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 feel like it, the people who forget things, and can laugh at themselves every day...

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.

Laughter from yesterday that makes the heart giggle today brightens the perspective for tomorrow.

I'm a sucker for a man who giggles__ot a high-pitched serial-killer sort of giggle, but a lighthearted laugh.

Laughter separates us from despair, and gives us a chance at love.

We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.

If you can't laugh at yourself, don't worry others will_!

It is the heart that is unsure of its God that is afraid to laugh.

They say laughter is the best medicine, and I agree. Plus, it__ free, has no bad side effects and is available to EVERYONE.

At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

On the whole, we treat the Devil shamefully, and the worse we treat Him the more He laughs at us.

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.

Orlando had a Pinto, a car that hadn't been in existence for thirty-plus years. He still hadn't figured out why a strong, strapping werewolf would want one. Orlando said it was because he'd customized it. Painted pink with purple stripes, the younger male could often be found cruising up and down the streets of Wolf Town, with his terrible music blaring out of the windows. The car was a ticking time bomb. Already, more than one werewolf had offered to blow it up. Orlando better enjoy it, Connor doubted he would have it for very much longer.

Eve hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Careful. I'm fatal." He needed to remember that warning.He whispered back, holding her hair so she couldn__ squirm away, __esus. It__ like you said that directly to my balls.__he laughed so hard at his unexpected reply.

Four laughs vibrate in harmony,WarmDeliciousReal.

Laughter is just like champagne -- only without the headache afterwards.