Laughter - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Her laughter was the summer rain and the birdsong too, and every time I heard it, no matter the weather, the sun brightened. It was as if her sound lifted a veil from our eyes and allowed us to see the world more clearly. It's funny how laughter can do that, those honest rumblings of the soul.
My laughter is always a kind laughter, it is as song to a bird and comes in happy moments. It is the sound of my soul, something that comes when the smile of my eyes overflows into the air. So when you hear my giggles, my soft expressions of joy, they are as much a gift for you as me and a sign of our growing bond.
My mother was such a serious person. Even when she felt happy her face was immobile, sunken into the kind of grimness your average person would have prior to a job interview. But when something tickled her as funny she positively howled, slapping her hand up and down almost involuntarily and could barely breath for laughing. Fat tears would roll down her newly pinked cheeks and it would be several minutes before it subsided. Only then could she tell us what she had found so amusing, and we never got the joke, not even once. But in those moments of her laughter the temperature in the house rose a couple of degrees and I couldn't help but stifle a grin.
You could hear her sweet, joyful laughter from a mile away, it would echo through the halls and into each and every room in the house, and would cheer everyone up, it was at times like this that I liked having a 4 year old sister.
From the cow shed there came the most high pitched scream and we all dropped the chore we had been assigned and ran hell-for-leather in its direction. When we got there Dirk was lying on his back covered from head to toe in cow excrement, semi dangling by his left leg that was caught in the winch rope. He stopped flailing when we entered and took on such an indignant face that you'd have to have a heart of stone not to laugh. There was no pretence of sympathy and no mad rush to detangle him. Our laughter did not build softly but exploded as good as TNT, filling the dusty air and spilling out into the early morning sunshine.
She always said she hated her laugh, but every time I hear her giggling through her nose, snorting adorably, I fell a little more in love with her.
She giggled, the sound like a brook flowing merrily through a well-lit wood.
Her laugh was like a waterfall.
She sounded like she had something in her throat as she laughed. It was strained, verging on the sound of someone choking, and obviously fake.
Her laugh, loud and throaty, didn't seem to fit her.
He had a laugh like glass shattering: sharp, brief, and sudden, crashing to a halt.
He chuckled slowly and warmly, reminding me of honey.
He had a crooked little laugh to match his crooked little smile--and his crooked little mind.
His laugh was like thunder; it was a low, rumbling boom.
A titter rippled across the otherwise silent room.
It was a high cold cackle, piercing the smoky air.
It was a laughter that Miller could feel in his lungs, so hard that it took his breath away. The lack of oxygen didn't matter. All the anguish of the past few days melted like snowballs in a microwave. This laughter created a small vacation, a blessed relief from all the distress that shoved its way into his brain. For a single moment, the lack of money to pay the stack of bills did not matter. He lost the tightness in his chest. The muscles in his neck relaxed. After all that had occurred, he felt hope. And hope feels good. With hope came the thought that "things would turn around," that somehow, "Someone in the great Somewhere" had stepped into this arena as his champion. He felt joy ride into his life alongside the laughter. And Miller knew, that when the laughter left, this joy would stay with him.
I don't know why I found myself laughing so hard, but all of the sudden, I couldn't stop. My breath came in quick gasps between my unstopable giggles. Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.
He had an odd sort of spluttering laugh.
It was a cruel mocking laugh.
It was a deep rumbling laughter.
I would describe his laughter as warm and hearty.
They laughed till their ribs hurt.
He was half laughing half hiccuping.
Shoulders shaking in silent laughter, burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face, raucous laughter, infectious giggle, great booming laughter rolled from his mouth, hysterical laughing, cruel cold laughter, snickering.
She slithered a flat smirk through crooked lips.
Sometimes, in the soft morning light before dawn, she could hear the stiffled giggles of her children as they tried to make breakfast on their own.
Macy was doubled over with laughter and pointing feebly with a shaky finger.
There was a brief outburst of laughter quickly brought under control.
To the police officer I described the laughter I heard as high and false.
What burst from his lips was a chortle,he clearly thought our predicament was amusing.
Mason was snorting with laughter, creased over double with his fist banging the ground.
He giggled, clapping his chubby toddler hands. His laugh sounded like birdsong, awash in the same wonder a sparrow, realizing the sun has risen, sings to the golden world.
He suddenly burst out laughing and sprayed his mouthful of food everywhere.
There is no unladylike, boisterous noise, but musical peals of laughter come thick and fast;
How her grandmother would laugh. That little sound, like a door creaking, that used to come from behind her tiny walnut colored hands.
Nervous giggle, spontaneous outburst, shameless guffawing, callous cruel laugh.
The sound of her laughter, bright and cheerful like dandelions in summer days, blossomed upon the peaceful field. The birds that had, previously, been silent started chirping and tweeting happily at the heavenly sound of her laugh as if it was infectious.
Her laughter was sweet and soft, like the sound of tinkling bells.
todler flashed a toothless grin and giggled,smiled shyly, guffawed loudly, broke out in spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter,roared with laughter, broke into a wide smile, beamed, flashed a broad grin, chuckled with joy,The old man cackled as his lips parted showing his yellow-stained teeth,laughed so hard that tears came into her eyes, crooked smile, smiled gleefully,sqealed with delight, momentary smile.
Her laughter rang in my ears like jingling bells, and all I could do was smile. :)
Her delightful laughter sliced through the tension that filled this room.
His laugh was like a pile of stones being tossed around, a low rumble.
Laughter is light as a feather, bubbling up inside you, filling you with light. It breaks free, sometimes loud and throating, sometimes high pitched and delicate.
Arwin’s laughter exploded. Not a chuckle, or a smirk, but blissful, whole-hearted laughter. He was weak at the knees, struggling for breath. Before he knew it, he was on his knees, a giggling mess.
She laughs so delicately, like the flow of the river and her smile is so beautiful, even more pretty than her...
We burst out laughing and some of us rolled on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Tears rolled down our faces and we laughed until our tummies hurt. Even Ms Li did not stop us. How could she, when she herself was tittering over what had just happened.