Lin Yutang Quotes

For every laugh, there should be a tear.

Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice

Acting is about communicating what it is like to be human: the pain, the laughs, the misery, the joy. I suppose I am searching to have it all.

I honestly believe life is a combination of laughter and tears, and it's almost always better to laugh than to cry.

As far as songwriting, my inspirations came from love, life and death, and viewing other people's situations.

I'm a comedian, and I definitely see the humor in a lot of things. I am also sad a lot. I cry often and easily. I think you're supposed to feel all kinds of things. You're supposed to laugh, you're supposed to cry, you're not supposed to shove your feelings under the rug.

Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.

All things are cause for either laughter or weeping.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day.

Life without emotions is like an engine without fuel.

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

Trying to figure things out was my gig. Without the human condition, there's no struggle, no pain and that means no laughter.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though." "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something." I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear. "Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you." I laugh a little. "Then you should know better." "Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.

Laughter isn't even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out. Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don't you think?

May God keep fresh the fountain of our laughter and our tears!

In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears