laugh - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
People think of laughing as a noise that comes from the mouth, but when Ryan laughed it was nothing like that. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. Yet truly, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within, it was just the way he was wired. People like him just have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorbed pampering in some all-day-spar. Just the sound of his gales, his snickers, his giggles, was enough to transport me far far away from my worries and the tension this modern life...
The laugh came from Joel like a newly sprung leak - timid at first, stopping and starting. He wasn't done yet though, I could tell from the way he rolled his hazel eyes to the sky and half bit his lip. From deep inside his chest came a great shaking motion and his face muscles grew tight. I folded my arms, eyebrows arched, waiting. In moments Joel's laugh was more like a bust water main arching into the brilliant summer sky soaking everyone around him with unrestrained gales that debilitated him to a thigh slapping and pick faced picture of glee. I wanted to stay straight faced, flip my hair and storm off - he was after all laughing "at me", not "with me." But before I could stop myself my poker straight mouth twitched upwards and I was giggling despite myself...
My mother always told me that laughing didn’t express anything. I had always doubted that affirmation, as my mother used to love laughing with my father, usually accompanied by a bottle of wine. My father had also told me that it was just a sound coming from a mouth, that it didn’t mean anything. But when she laughed, it meant the world to me. The way her smile started forming again, then deforming into a huge O, from which that sound came. It wasn’t just a sound: It was her expression, the way her face twitched, the way her eyes filled with joy, the tear that started coming down her cheek, how she had to gasp for air, her auto hug, like if this had waited years to be turned on.
Rivers laughed ruefully.
Rivers forced a laugh.
Grauffis laughed bitterly.
The thin-faced man gave a wry laugh.
Then a look of shocked surprise came into the face of the man in the screen, and Trask wondered why, until he realized that he had leaned back in his chair and was laughing uproariously
Gladys Fleming laughed musically.
Gresham laughed heartily.