A Quote by Carole Radziwill

Laughter cures everything. — © Carole Radziwill
Laughter cures everything.
I do believe that laughter is the best medicine - it cures everything.
Laughter attracts joy, releases negativity, and leads to miraculous cures.
It's a disease we have that we think that everything is explainable. It's a merchandising idea because you can sell explanations and cures for everything, but it doesn't work like that. It's very hard to understand everything.
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]
For misdirected love, the attainment of its object is, indeed, the best cure; but it cures as the guillotine cures headache.
The citizens of Tumortown are forever assailed with cures and rumors of cures.
It is not enough to show that drug A is better than drug B on the average. One is invited to ask, 'For which people ("& why") is drug A better than drug B, and vice versa? If drug A cures 40% and drug B cures 60%, perhaps the right choice of drug for each person would result in 100% cures.'
Laughter to begin with was probably glee at the misfortunes of others. The baring of the teeth in laughter hints at its savage ancestry. Animals have no malice, hence also no laughter. They never savor the sudden glory of Schadenfreude. It was its infectious quality that made of laughter a medium of mutuality.
Work cures everything.
Time cures one of everything-even of living.
Sex pretty much cures everything.
Revenue cures everything in the business world.
Laughter is a symptom of spirituality. Laughter is the flow of love coursing through your body. Laughter is the nectar of present moment awareness. Invite more laughter into your life and relish the magic in every moment.
Shoulder-in is the aspirin of horseback riding - it cures everything.
This cures everything except stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.
There is a kind of laughter that sickens the soul. Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town. Laughter in all its ignorance and cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it. It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice. It has no humor. It is naked noise and naked malice.
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