Quotations About / On:
“It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun”
(― Charles Bukowski, Factotum)
“ Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .”
(Sara Teasdale, Love Songs
Your joy is my joy! And your laughter heals my soul.
There comes a time when suddenly you realize that laughter is something you remember and that you were the one laughing.
(Marlene Dietrich (1904-1992), German-born U.S. actor. "Laughter," Marlene Dietrich's ABC (1962).)
Not with wrath do we kill, but with laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 4, p. 49, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Zarathustra, in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, First Part, "On Reading and Writing," (1883).)
He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. And that was all his patrimony.
(Rafael Sabatini (1875-1950), Italian-born British author. Scaramouche, bk. 1, ch. 1 (1921).
Opening words, describing the book's hero, André-Louis Moreau.)
There exists a kind of laughter which is worthy to be ranked with the higher lyric emotions and is infinitely different from the twitchings of a mean merrymaker.
(Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol (1809-1852), Russian author, dramatist. Dead Souls, pt. 1, ch. 7 (1842).)
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.
(Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960), African-American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, playwright and anthropologist. High John de Conquer, American Mercury (1943).)
Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.
(Joseph Gallivan (b. 1964), British journalist. Independent (London, August 30, 1990).)
The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more formshollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.
(James Thurber (1894-1961), U.S. humorist, illustrator. New York Times Magazine (December 7, 1958).)