Quotes About Humor

He grinned, and winked one of those startling greened-bronze eyes.

With good humor and pessimism it is not possible to be either wrong or bored.

I must confess that I do not understand why things are so arranged, that women seize us by the nose as deftly as they do the handle of a teapot: either their hands are so constructed, or else our noses are good for nothing else.

If it were not for the government, we should have nothing to laugh at in France.

Sometimes a fool makes a good suggestion.

The most completely wasted of all days is that in which we have not laughed.

I find intelligence sexy. I find a sense of humor sexy. I find sensitivity sexy.

Can you imagine a world without men? There'd be no crime, and lots of fat happy women.

Sometimes darkness rode him like a harpy, but still. Funny. My Lord, he was funny. Even when his life was ricocheting from city to wife to book to tragedy—of which there were more than a few—he remained one of the funniest men I ever knew.

Some subjects are so serious that one can only joke about them.

There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them.

I think films about men are often about characters who don't want to express their feelings. You're supposed to kind of admire them for not expressing their feelings. And I feel that's a bit dull. Women's stories often have stronger emotional content, which I enjoy doing. What I really love doing is mixing that with humor.

It seems to me that romantic comedies used to be about falling in love, but in recent years they've really become just comedies where the love story is only there as a spine to hang the jokes on.

Since I've been in the U.S. I've lost the back of my heart, 15 ft. of intestine and my marriage - and God, I miss my intestine.

This [waxed paper] is the paper that is perfect for keeping air-dried hams fresh. You could use cling film but it often causes the ham to sweat, and is rather wasteful. I have also reached the age where I can no longer find the end of the roll. Ditto sellotape. Ditto bloody everything.

Joe shrugs off his hurt. "Knock, knock?" he says. "Not now, Joe." "Come on, man! Knock, knock." I give in. "Who's there?" "Your friend, Joe, who's always here for you.

Sometimes I think I should just buy a blow-up party doll. Same level of intelligence, plastic, and full of air. The problem is, I'd probably fall in love.

It would be too much for me to deal with to be sitting up there next to God, Bon Scott, Sid Vicious, and Jimi Hendrix, and hear somebody read my obituary from below: NIKKI SIXX DIED TODAY...FUCKING GOLFING

What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.

The "laughter through tears of sorrow" that Pushkin noted elsewhere in his work is precisely laughter. The images it produces are too deeply ambiguous to bear any social message.

I confess I don't understand why it's so arranged that women grab us by the nose as deftly as if it were a teapot handle. Either their hands are made for it, or our noses are no longer good for anything.

For the rest, he was large and good-natured, and had a habit of amusing himself with occasional spells of knitting.

How, in fact, could a nose, which only yesterday was in the middle of his face, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a carriage, suddenly turn up in a uniform!

The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.