Quotes About Humor

Je me souviens d'un fromage qui s'appelait la Vache sérieuse ( la Vache qui rit lui a fait un procès et l'a gagné).

I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense .... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu. [As quoted in Jane Aiken Hodge, The Private World of Georgette Heyer (p. xii).]

I don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on! Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. Rose-leaves? His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. But my dear girl, at this season? Be quiet, you wretch! she said, blushing.

Do you know, I think that of all your idiosyncrasies that choke you give, when you are determined not to laugh, is the one that most enchants me.

Miss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and Miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!

I find it a marvellous circumstance, cousin, that no one has yet strangled you!

Oh, Randall, don't be such a vile beast! I don't think much of that,he said critically. Amiable snake was much better.

The Reverend William Trent, whose mind was of a serious order, had several times warned his elder sister that too lively a sense of humour frequently led to laxity of principle. She now perceived how right he was; and wondered, in dismay, whether it was because he invariably made her laugh that instead of regarding the Nonesuch with revulsion she was obliged to struggle against the impulse to cast every scruple to the winds, and to give her life into his keeping.

And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy's floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it." (Charles)

Well, it is very odd of you to threaten to throw your friends out of the window, I must say, remarked Juliana. He smiled. Not at all. It is only my friends that I would throw out of the window. Dear me! said Juliana, finding the male sex incomprehensible.

Why, her father would turn in his grave--well, as a matter of fact, he was cremated, but what I mean is, if he hadn't been he would have. [Ermyntrude]

Alas, it is too true. I visited him this morning and found him en deshabille, clasping his brown. He seized on me and demanded a rhyme to some word which I have forgot. So I left him. Can no one convince Philippe that he is not a poet? asked De Bergeret plaintively. De Vangrisse shook his head.

I knew you'd make a champion wife, love!' 'On the contrary! My husband will live under the cat's foot.' 'I'm very partial to cats,' offered the Major hopefully.

It was strange how the dullest party could be enjoyed because there was one person present whose eyes could be met for the fraction of a second, in wordless appreciation of a joke unshared by others: almost as strange as the insipidity of parties at which that person was not present.

You're surely not going to tell me that eels find you more entertaining than I do?' he said incredulously.

Mrs Hendred was a very pretty woman of great good-nature and much less than commonsense.

Who are you? Or should I first present myself to you? I'm Damerel, you know.' 'Yes, so I supposed, at the outset of our delightful acquaintance. Later, of course, I was sure of it.' 'Oh, oh – ! My reputation, Iago, my reputation!' he exclaimed, laughing again.

Of a certainty Madame has died, Leonie said wickedly. Tiens, c'est bien drole!

Oh Lord! Don't, don't start rhapsodising over that cod again, darling! I can't bear it and I know you are going to! She laughed. You don't understand. It was because it was so typically English.

She wasn't as foolish as her sister, but she had more hair than wit

Mr Warboys, without putting himself to the trouble of deciding which of the more ferocious animals his friend resembled, stated the matter in simple, and courageously frank terms. You know, old fellow, he once told Martin,if you had a tail, damme if you wouldn't lash it!

It was incomprehensible to her that anyone should be amused by such a circumstance, but both Gilly and Gideon plainly thought it excessively funny, so she smiled dutifully, realizing the truth of her mama's dictum, that there was never any knowing what stupidities men would find diverting.

Well, I've never written a line of poetry in my life: it is not my way! But if I *did* write about you I shouldn't call you a paltry daffodil! I should liken you to a rose--one of those yellow ones, with a deep golden heart, and a sweet scent! said Sir Bonamy, warming to the theme. Nonsense! she said briskly. You would be very much more likely to call me a plum partridge, or a Spanish fritter!

When I think of all the pretty and lovely girls who have done their best to attach him, and he tells me that he has offered for an insipid female who has neither fortune nor any extraordinary degree of beauty, besides being stupidly shy and dowdy, I – oh, I could go into strong hysterics!