Quotes About Humor

Salome volvió a reír. No me había dado cuenta de lo mucho que ríe, como su madre, como todas las mujeres. Ahorran saliva para reír.

What's wrong with sleeping with a lawyer? I asked.

when he smiles it's as if you'd just told him the first joke on earth.

ness-that Morrie was looking at life from some very different place than anyone else I knew. A healthier place. A more sensible place. And he was about to die. But it was also becoming clear to me- through his courage, his humor, his patience, and his openIf some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it.

I HAVE A HEARTBURN AND DIAHREA AT THE MOMENT--LIFE'S ABITCH. CHAT LATER? [signed] SORE TUSH

As I crossed the street, my sister yelled out the window, Do you want us to bring you a cone? and I thought, You're so stupid, Roberta, cones melt.

Ted, he said, when all this started, I asked myself, 'Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live? I decided I'm going to live-or at least try to live-the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.

when all this started, I asked myself, 'Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?' I decided I'm going to live---or at least try to live---the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.

I think," he says, smiling, "God overdid it.

I thought you were a narcissist. Koppel burst into laughter. I'm too ugly to be a narcissist, he said.

I decided Im going to live-or at least try to live- the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.

His plans never worked out. In time,he found himself graying and wearing looser pants and in a state of weary acceptance, that this was who he was and who he would always be, a man with sand in his shoes in a world of mechanical laughter

HI I'VE JOINED THE NINETIES!" it began. He wrote a few little stories, what he'd been doing that week, a couple of jokes.

Everyone in this parish is going to die!' "The minister looked around. He noticed a man in the front pew, smiling broadly. "'Why are you so amused?' he asked. "I'm not from this parish,' the man said. 'I'm just visiting my sister for the weekend.

Wine? said Zoe. At two in the afternoon? I've decided to become an alcoholic. Just for the duration of my middle years. She filled a glass and rested it on the edge of the washbasin. That's yours.

he had begun by feeling that under the surface, it was still him, who else could it be, but it was not that simple, and the way people act around you, a change is what you are, who you are, and Oona said she understood, but it was like learning, a foreign language, and when you tried to speak a foreign language, you lost your sense of humor, no matter how much you tried, you could not be funny the way you used to be…

There are two kinds of humor. One kind that makes us chuckle about our foibles and our shared humanity -- like what Garrison Keillor does. The other kind holds people up to public contempt and ridicule -- that's what I do. Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful. I only aim at the powerful. When satire is aimed at the powerless, it is not only cruel -- it's vulgar.

I am not anti-gun. I'm pro-knife. Consider the merits of the knife. In the first place, you have to catch up with someone in order to stab him. A general substitution of knives for guns would promote physical fitness. We'd turn into a whole nation of great runners. Plus, knives don't ricochet. And people are seldom killed while cleaning their knives.

It's just a flesh wound!

Your highness, when I said that you are like a stream of bat's piss, I only mean that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around it is dark

By the power bestowed in me by the Ministry of Silly Underpants . . .

NI! Oh no! Not ni!

Watashi no hob?kurafuto wa unagi de ippai desu

Your Life our your lupines! Dennis Moore