A Quote by Charlotte Alington Barnard

What good it does one to have a hearty, uncontrollable fit of laughter. — © Charlotte Alington Barnard
What good it does one to have a hearty, uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Hearty laughter is a good way to jog internally without having to go outdoors.
Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.
Of all the gifts bestowed by nature on human beings, hearty laughter must be close to the top.
We believe in healthy, hearty laughter -- at the expense of the whole human race, if needs be. Needs be.
If the earth is fit for laughter then surely heaven is filled with it. Heaven is the birthplace of laughter.
I don't feel much pressure to fit in. I never have. I've always just wanted to do my thing. I have really good friends and good family, and if I don't fit in somewhere else, I fit in at home.
On girls night in we talk about dating; the ups and downs of the previous week. Our collective laughter is uncontrollable and tearful, even the most disappointing dates become meritorious on girls night in.
A healthy-minded boy should feel hearty contempt for the coward and even more hearty indignation for the boy who bullies girls or small boys, or tortures animals.
The Internet is uncontrollable. And if the Internet is uncontrollable, freedom will win. It's as simple as that.
Laughter does not deny pain. Laughter - like a wail - acknowledges and replies to pain.
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.
Laughter is good for you. Nine out of ten stand-up comedians recommend laughter in the face of intense stupidity.
I believe in laughter. I believe laughter is good for the soul. I believe in making other people laugh to make them feel good.
Everybody knows from his own experience that after laughter, good laughter, a belly laugh, you almost feel that you have taken an ice-cold shower; a peace, a silence, a freshness... The same is true about crying, but very few people know the secret of crying because it is more repressed than laughter.
The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not fit the world to himself. He fits himself to the paint. The self is the servant who bears the paintbox and its inherited contents.
Man does not live by murder alone. He needs affection, approval, encouragement and, occasionally, a hearty meal.
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