Quotes About Humor

Why do you joke about such things?" she snapped. He let his gaze land rather intently on hers. "When the alternative is despair, I generally prefer humor. Even if it is of the gallows variety.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. "Aren't you Spanish?" She raised one arm in a salute. "Viva la Queen Isabella!" "I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?

That was very rude of me." "Think nothing of it. You've done worse.

James started to laugh. His chin hurt where she'd smacked him twice, his foot throbbed where she'd stepped on it, and his entire body felt as if he'd swum through a rosebush, which wasn't as far off the truth as it sounded. Yet still he started to laugh.

The only words I'll allow from your mouth are, 'Oh, Gareth,' and 'Yes, Gareth.'" "What about 'More, Gareth'?" "He almost kept a straith face. "That will be acceptable.

It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost." James choked on his tea. "Caroline, you have no idea.

Your fangs are showing, Miss Lyndon." "Are they?" she asked, reaching up to touch her face. "I shall have to remember to retract them." Charles burst out laughing. "You, Miss Lyndon, are a treasure." "That's what I keep telling everyone," she said with a shrug and a wicked smile, "but no one seems to believe me.

Do you know what I like about you, Elizabeth?" She couldn't even possibly imagine. "You're as kind and good a person as they come," he continued, "but unlike most kind and good people, you don't preach or cloy, or try to make everyone else kind and good ... And underneath all that kindness and goodness, you seem to possess a wicked sense of humor, no matter how hard you occasionally try to suppress it.

Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.

The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

Let it be said, Marcus thought dryly,that nothing cooled a man's ardor like the Crusades.

All I meant to say is that a rake's humor has its basis in cruelty. He needs a victim, for he cannot imagine ever laughing at himself. You, your grace, are rather clever with the self-deprecating remark.

Good," Colin muttered, taking a bite. "I'm famished." "How can you think of food?" Gregory said angrily. "I always think of food," Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. "What else is there?" "Your wife," Benedict drawled.

Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.

What is there not to like about cupids?" "You don't find them rather dangerous?" "Chubby little babies?" "Carrying deadly weapons.

Do you live here?" Sophie asked dryly. "No," he said, plopping down into the chair next to her, "although my mother is constantly telling me to make myself right at home.

If I wanted Belle," he cut in, "I would have asked her to marry me." He pulled her more tightly against him. "Henry, I love you. I'd love you if you wore a sackcloth. I'd love you if you had a mustache." He paused and tweaked her nose. "Well, the mustache would be difficult. Please promise me you won't grow one.

I wanted to skewer her with a stare, flay her with a frown, impale her with a—I say, what are you doing?" Charles would have answered her, but he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil.

Hush up, minx. You're a funny one, but you're certainly more likable than unlikable.

We've been through nothing, you ridiculous man, but I suppose you may call me Daphne nonetheless." "Excellent." He nodded in a condescending manner. "You may call me 'your grace.

There was something about Miss Lyndon that made him glad she was on his side. Not that he thought she would make a vicious enemy, just that she seemed loyal, level-headed, and fair. And she had a wicked sense of humor. Just the sort of person a man would want standing beside him when he needed support.

I believe I may kill you before the season is out," Sarah remarked in much the same tone she used when saying, I believe I shall have lemonade instead of tea.

He was trying not to grin, but it was exceedingly difficult with Lady Penwood gasping like a fish on land.