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Laugh Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky
- If you happen to have a wart on your nose or forehead, you cannot help imagining that no one in the world has anything else…
- If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man ... just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's…
- One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man's laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say…
- If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking,…
- But people will laugh at all sorts of things.
- I may be mistaken but it seems to me that a man may be judged by his laugh, and that if at first encounter you…
More Laugh Quotes
- When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely. — Margaret Atwood
- Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all… — Wystan Hugh Auden
- For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn? — Jane Austen
- My whole thing is to entertain, make people laugh and to forget about the real world for awhile. — Dan Aykroyd
- We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone? — Anna Letitia Barbauld
- I don't know anyone who enjoys going to the hospital. To help remedy this, I got an idea to create what a… — Joseph Barbera
- I'm a comic, and I'm supposed to outrage and make people laugh, Part of makin' people laugh is to shake up their… — Roseanne Barr
- I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make… — Joey Lauren Adams
- You grow up the day you have the first real laugh at yourself. — Ethel Barrymore
- When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No… — John Adams
- I quickly laugh at everything for fear of having to cry. — Pierre Beaumarchais
- The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett