Quotes About Humor

He rolled his eyes. Why was he surprised about anything having to do with her? Of course she'd be able to lift a large stone. She was Henry. She could probably lift him.

You'll marry the earl and carry on with the nephew on the side." "Grandmother!

If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria," Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, "I will kill you." There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.

Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile.

On the way over, however, it slid off the shovel and onto Henry's shoes. Pity, that. She whirled around. He waited for her to burst out with, "You did that on purpose!" but she kept silent, motionless except for a slight narrowing of her eyes. Then, with a flick of her ankle, the slop spattered onto his trousers. She smirked, waiting for him to say, "You did that on purpose!" but he also remained silent. Then he smiled at her, and she knew she was in trouble.

Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile. Don

Eloise, whose mouth was as sharp as Hyacinth's (though thankfully tempered by some discretion), had remarked that they had best get Hyacinth married off quickly or their mother was going to become an alcoholic. Lady Bridgerton had not appreciated the comment, although she privately thought it might be true.

He poked her shoulder. 'Ellie? Ellie?' 'What? Oh, I'm sorry.' Her face colored, even though she knew he couldn't possibly read her thoughts. 'Just woolgathering.' 'Darling, you were practically hugging a sheep.

He sighed, wondering how his life had been turned upside down by this woman in less than forty-eight hours. Correction: by this woman, a pig, and a rabbit.

I shall freckle." "That doesn't bother me," he said with a shrug. "It bothers me!" "Don't worry. They'll be on your own face, so you won't have to see them." Ellie gaped at him, astounded by his illogic.

Oh, go ahead and giggle," Lady Danbury sighed. "I've found that the only way to avoid parental frustration is to view him as a source of amusement.

She looked down at her sketch pad. She'd been drawing a rabbit. She decided to give him unpleasant teeth. Vicious little bunny. Excellent.

Me?" "Yes, you," Lady Danbury grumbled. "I'd be happy to talk with someone else if you could find me a body with more than half a brain." Penelope choked on the beginnings of laughter as she motioned to her companions. "Er, I assure you that Lady Bridgerton—" Lady Bridgerton was furiously shaking her head. "She's too busy trying to get that oversized brood of hers married off," Lady Danbury announced

For the first time in recent memory, he'd handled his daughter *exactly* right. Something about Eloise's presence had calmed him, lent him a clarity of thought he usually lacked when it came to his children. He was able to see the humor in the situation, where he usually saw nothing but his own frustration.

You make me sound like some kind of heartless ice princess.' 'No, of course not, Belle. I must admit, you have always been uncommonly nice to every pimply-faced boy who has ever asked you to dance.' 'Thank you. I think.' 'It's probably why so many pimply-faced boys ask you to dance.

I'm a third son. Perpetually short of funds, I'm afraid.' 'Ha! You're as plump in the pocket as at least three earls,' Lady Danbury said ... Colin smiled blandly. 'Isn't it considered impolite to talk about money in mixed company?' Lady Danbury let out a noise that was either a wheeze or a giggle - Colin wasn't sure which - then said, 'It's always impolite to talk about money, mixed company or no

You're wearing breeches," George said with a heavy sigh. "Of course you're wearing breeches." "I would hardly have attempted the tree in a dress." "No," he said dryly, "you're much too sensible for that.

The viscount was running in front of her, and all she could think was that he must really want to marry Edwina, because despite the fact that he was clearly a splendid athlete, he looked most undignified dashing through the park after a rotund corgi.

Any chance you might be capable of refraining from profanity in the company of ladies?" This, from Daphne's husband, Simon, the Duke of Hastings. "She's no lady," Anthony grumbled. "She's my sister." "She's my wife." Anthony smirked. "She was my sister first.

We plan to avoid cupids," Mr. Audley said. "Cupids?" Amelia echoed. Good heavens, he did move from topic to topic. He shrugged. "I have discovered that I am not fond of them." How could anyone not be fond of cupids?

I heard her ask Lord Nebel how many sheep he was running on his estate. He didn't even know he was running sheep." "I have sheep, but from the look of it, all they do is eat. No running.

I think it was your language," Miranda said mildly. "She said most of them were idiots, too." "That is not at all what I said," Olivia put in. "I said they were bores." "Sheep," Miranda confirmed. "Goats," Olivia added with a shrug. Turner began to look alarmed. "Good God, do the two of you speak your own language?

I hope that bite becomes infected," Poppy said in a malevolent growl. "I hope your arm turns black and falls off. I hope your bollocks turn gree—" "Poppy!" Andrew barked.

While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she'd looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.)