laughter

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.

Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.

We can only feel sorry for ourselves when our misfortunes are still supportable. Once this limit is crossed, the only way to bear the unbearable is to laugh at it.

The earth laughs in flowers.

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

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.

The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.

It is cheerful to God when you rejoice or laugh from the bottom of your heart.

The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same_-

Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness.___eath__ an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So, who knew how to thaw me?___eath__ an insult.___t least an affront,_ I agree.

A crazy old lady, leading a band of teenagers against an angry supernatural Entity - who__a thought?

I have laughter and amazement, not search results. I have unexpected longings, not hierarchical ratings.

Woman lost (skin deep) like a damn fine thread in the fireWoman of the world caught up in your black machinationsI was a woman who cried alone at night, who gave it all away when she saw the good heart of the man insideWoman caught standing up; her open parts are broken -

Woman lost (skin deep) like a damn fine thread in the fireWoman of the world caught up in your black machinationsI was a woman who cried alone at night, who gave it all away when she saw the good heart of the man insideWoman caught standing up; her open parts are broken -Someone's armour broke right through, it was you, youFor some reason I've been thinking about you, your lightToday, you poured out all the tension, the ego undergroundHibernating inside my heart. I was so close to it, to the flicker Of love in a lonely street and I turned my head and walkedAway from the flame in your arms. As I put away the fun inA house of fight I came across you and a mechanism inMy brain shifted chemically, walls caved in like the cadenceIn your words and I was lost in the darkness. Even now inMiddle age I remember when desire was a popular drugAnd everyone was selling it but I don't live to explore to beAble to illuminate the proof of my existence, live to burnVicariously though the diamond mouth of sleeping stars.From so much love, pictures of death arrived in black andWhite photographs and you're perfect, you always were -Illusions have no flaws; they're dangerous beings, smoke.Could I take the moon back and still live with my greatExpectations of nostalgia, laughter, tears and suffering -But they are all a part of me not the people of the stars,Long dead videotape, the past has stained the symphonyOf my soul (like the wind through the trees) throughoutMe finding myself, my two left feet as a female poetThe warning was there of the noise of eternity, signs That said, don't anger the sea, you have an ally in her.When men grow cold listen to their stories and bask inThe glory of their genuine deaths, their winters, putThem away so you can read them like the newspaper.Once in a while you can go back to where you stoodIn youth with your afternoon tea, the sun of God in ourEyes - I am that kind of woman who lives in the past

You have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to the world from running you plumb crazy

A beautiful life is a life that is content and satisfied with material possessions, and has an abundance of hope, love, laughter, kindness, and compassion.

For every laugh, there should be a tear.