I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags.

I feel more like saying, this morning, "Cheer up, the worst is to come."

I am more than tricky when there's a chance to see my friends in greater misery.

In life there are going to be some things that make it hard to smile. Through all the rain and pain you got to keep your sense of humor and smile for me now. Remember that.

Suddenly, gentlemen of the jury, I felt a Dostoevskian grin dawning (through the very grimace that twisted my lips) like a distant and terrible sun.

What scares me is just that I'm worried that you will forget how to smile when I die. [...] So please smile.

A mere smile can determine a woman's fate. It is frightening. Fascinatingly so. I have to be careful.

Je me presse de rire de tout, de peur d'être obligé d'en pleurer.

Bear sorrows and calamities patiently, otherwise you will never be happy.

I often expect the worst. This is one of the rare times when I’m hoping for it.

In the meantime, it just makes it a little harder to smile. But so does the world.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.