Quotes About Humor

Practice love instead of trying to bring an end to the quality that bothers you. You can't escape the tussle with the feminine. Learn to find humor in the unending emotional drama the feminine seems to enjoy so much. The love that you magnify may realign her behavior, but your effort to fix her and your frustration

I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry. That might explain a lot, Beldin noted blandly. We should have fed you more often when you were younger. You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that? Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.

Misty Sendaria, Silk said ironically. Sometimes I'm amazed that the entire kingdom doesn't rust shut.

Whatever happened to him? Silk asked. He went swimming in the Nedrane. I didn't know that Thulls swam all that well. They don't–particularly not with large rocks tied to their feet.

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. Your fur won't melt. I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet. I'll have Durnik make you some little booties. That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather, Garion said indignantly.

You're impossible, she told him. Of course I am, he answered. It's part of my charm.

Your Highness could never be silly,' Adara told her. Ce'Nedra lifted her chin. 'Oh yes I can,' she declared. 'I've got as much right to make a fool of myself in public as anyone else.

I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first. —That went by just a little fast, Torl. —It's terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man's foot when he's wearing boots, commander.

Until a person learns to laugh at himself, though, his life will be a tragedy – at least that's the way he'll see it.

the only real significance she had attached to the memory was that it was funny what stuck with you.

Now a second-order vain person is a vain person who's also vain about appearing to have an utter lack of vanity. Who's enormously afraid that other people will perceive him as vain. A second-order vain person will sit up late learning jokes in order to appear funny and charming, but will deny that he sits up late learning jokes. Or he'll perhaps even try to give the impression that he doesn't regard himself as funny at all.

Advertising that makes fun of itself is so powerful because it implicitly congratulates both itself and the viewer (for making the joke and getting the joke, respectively).

Talk about solid turds all you want. The molecular integrity of shit is small potatoes.

So my offense is what, misdemeanor gargling?

It's not that students don't get Kafka's humor but that we've taught them to see humor as something you get-the same way we've taught them that a self is something you just have. No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle.

Look down your shirt and spell attic.

The worst thing about irony for me is that it attenuates emotion.

Someone has farted; no one knows just who, but this isn't like a normal adult place where everybody coolly pretends a fart didn't happen; here everybody has to make their little comment.

All on a real superficial-type level, since Watson's basically got like a little liquid-filled nubbin at the top of his spine where his brain ought to be.

the man was so cross-eyed he could stand in the middle of the week and see both Sundays.

A question, doctor, he said. Why doesn't the coyote take the money he spends on bird costumes and catapults and radioactive road runner food pellets and explosive missiles and simply go eat Chinese? He smiled coolly. Why doesn't the coyote simply go eat Chinese food?

and I emerge so icky and befouled and cross-eyed from the guy's right hook that I blow what should have been a very legitimate shot at the title in the Men's Best Legs Contest, in which I end up placing third but am told later I would have won the whole thing except for the scowl, swollen and strabismic right eye, and askew swimcap that formed a contextual backdrop too downright goofy to let the full force of my gams' shapeliness come through to the judges.

Commercial comedy's often set up to feature an ironist making devastating sport of someone who's naive or sentimental or pretentious or pompous.

MR. YEE: Urgle. Urgle urgle. Splarg. Kaa. [Falls from chair.] MR. TINE JR.: Holy mackerel.