Quotes About Humor

To criticise something imperfect is always amusing, and maybe profitable in those cases where the imperfections can be remedies.

She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.

he was succeeded by his grandson, who was an ass ? but made up for it by being shortlived.

Pongileoni se întrecu pe sine în Badineria final?. Axiomele euclidiene se înl?nÈ›uiau vesel cu formele de statistic? elementar?. Aritmetica f?cea un chef turbat, iar algebra s?rea dezordonat. Muzica se sfîrÈ™i într-o orgie de bun? dispoziÈ›ie matematic?.

It is a well-known fact that kings and clowns frequently call each other cousin.

No... non credo che dovrei. Davvero. Ma lo disse con allegria. Bisogna immaginarselo detto con allegria. No... non credo che dovrei. Davvero. Così.

Of course, maybe I'd end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I'd died and the cats had eaten me. Still, it might be nice to have a cat.

But don't get me wrong...driving a truck doesn't make me a redneck. I don't have a gun rack in it. I have a wine rack.

I think more people should include silliness as part of their daily routines.

learn to laugh at yourself.

Do you know that dogs are descendants of wolves—all dogs, even those ridiculous little dogs you see in the parks. Wolves. Imagine how embarrassed a real wolf would be if he knew that he was cousin to a shih-tzu? Of course, we shouldn't think animals have feelings like us—I don't think they can be embarrassed, do you? My daughter's cat is incapable of feeling anything very much, I can tell you—and certainly not embarrassment...

If people came at you and started to scratch you, then of course you had the right to sit on them.

But remember, that for every cheating wife in Botswana, there are five hundred and fifty cheating husbands. Mma Makutsi whistled. That is an amazing figure, she said. Where did you read that? Nowhere, chuckled Mma Ramotswe. I made it up. But that doesn't stop it from being true.

The problem, he thought, was that so much humour involved misfortune of one sort or another, and now that same human misfortune was out of bounds - interdicted by self-appointed guardians of sensitivity. There was somebody to be offended by everything, he though, which left little room for laughter.

Perhaps her shoes would say something; Mma Makutsi had told her once, jokingly— and she must have been joking— told her that her shoes occasionally gave her advice. Well, perhaps they could tell her not to be so bossy. They must have witnessed it after all— shoes see everything; there are no secrets we can keep from our shoes.

Those important brain circuits, the ones that enabled most of us to avoid saying the wrong thing, were simply not there in Martha's case; or fired in the wrong order; or were short-circuiting. In other words, Martha Drummond was an electrical problem. And understanding people as electrical problems undoubtedly helped one to tolerate them.

A nudist? In Edinburgh? Does he realise what parallel we're on?

A flaky skin was particularly bad if you were a criminal, she had read, as it meant that you left a great deal of DNA at the scene of the crime. That had amused her. That would teach any flaky-skinned housebreakers to burgle people's houses. "You really need to do something about your skin," the police might say to such people when they arrested them.

In fact, none of us knows how he ever managed to get his LLB in the first place. Maybe they're putting law degrees in cornflakes boxes these days.

You should have seen him," she said. "A real ladies' man. Stuff in his hair. Dark glasses. Fancy shoes. He had no idea how funny he looked. I much prefer men with ordinary shoes and honest trousers.

Or would Hell be an endless loop of boy bands or rap? Either would be torture.

Bim allowed herself to smile as the thought occurred to her that perhaps the reason why Signe had two boyfriends was that if you put them together, with their obvious defects, you would end up with one, complete boyfriend.

It was a job that suited Stinger perfectly, as he was always happy when snarling, and snarling at sharks is as snarly a job as anyone can imagine. Of course it was possible that one day he might meet a shark who wasn't frightened of him, but then that's another story, and no job can be perfect in all respects.

Her engagement? That is a long story." He laughed