Quotes About Humor

And I was bitter. Bitterness and I were old friends by now, but at the moment bitterness was trying to go down my bra in public.

I wonder what Proust would have made of our present-day locus of collective fantasy, the Internet. I'm guessing he would have seized on its wistful aspect, pointing out gently and with wry humor that much of what beguiles us is the act of reaching for what isn't there.

But Phoebe loved her mother best as she was now, wistful, out-of-step, her laugh tinged always with sadness, as if things were only funny in spite of themselves.

Sometimes my sister and I laugh so hard that we fall upon the floor, unable to speak or move, just shaking so hard that it is not clear if we are going to be able to survive our own happiness. It makes it hard to breathe.

Lincoln would remember this episode with amusement.20

Lincoln's height, saying she'll need to "take a ladder to get to Abraham's bosom." (In later years, Lincoln would turn their fourteen-inch height difference into a joke; they were, he'd say, "the long and the short

I am usually part of any disaster at a wedding if I'm a bridesmaid, which I've been lucky enough to be several times.

Often enough, one of us will make the other laugh so hard and long that asphyxiation seems a real danger. It's a heady pleasure rare in adulthood, not unlike—I will say it—the shared breathlessness of rousingly successful coitus.

If you could choose one characteristic that would get you through life, choose a sense of humor.

You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I'm convinced it should be an Olympic sport.

Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!" Dee shrieked. My eyes!

So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.

You haven't locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?" I rolled my eyes and began walking again. No Daemon, but thanks for making sure I'm mentally sound and all.

I thought u said u could swim like a fish -A dead one!

But May Amelia, Miss EcEwing says, Proper Young Ladies don't go gallivanting around the world on ships. Well I sure ain't no Proper Young Lady Miss McEwing, you can ask any of my brothers here. And every child starts laughing and Wilbert laughs so hard he falls off his chair. Miss EcEwing tries to look serious, but finally her eyes crinkle merrily and she laughs too.

Keer-ukso looked up at the sky in mock irritation. "No, do not ask me, best friend and busiess partner, if I want coffee?

He gives me a knowing look. "Everything falls apart when you get old. Believe me, you don't want to know how many times I used to get up during the night to pee.

A romantic comedy has to be funny and make you think about life but the obstacle that has to be overcome is key.

If you can't laugh, you won't make it.

What are we doing?" Asher helped himself to a seat at my table. "We aren't doing anything," I told him bluntly. "My mistake. I thought we were brooding in Henry's general direction. Like so." He adopted stormy countenance, then gestured to me. "Yours is better." "Go away, Asher." "You say go away, I hear be my bosom buddy." He gave an elaborate shrug. "Seriously, though: friendship bracelets—yea or nay?

Sterling turned to Michael. I expected her to ask him something, but instead she just held out her hand. "Keys." "Spatula," Michael replied. She narrowed her eyes at him. "We aren't just saying random nouns?" he asked archly.

THAT FAXING CHIPHEAD CAN GO STRAIGHT TO ELF AND EAT A BAG OF DUCKS!!!

Even in the darkest of times, Xander was Xander. "You're going to drop one of those on your foot," I said. "That's okay," Xander responded cheerfully. "I have two feet!

Girlfriend number seventeen," Asher replied. "Before Sophie and after Sarah." "You'd had seventeen girlfriends by the time you were fourteen?" I asked. "The ladies, he replied with a shrug. They love me. It's because I'm so charming." "You're balancing on one leg on the roof of a chapel. You're not charming. You're an idiot.