Quotes About Irony

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

You know,' she begins, 'you fellas ought to be looking after each other.' Her comment makes me realise that through the lies, the greatest irony is that we are looking out for each other. It's just that in the end, we're letting her down. That's what injures us.

how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.

Trust the murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead.

It would have been hilarious if I wasn't about to die. It was still a little hilarious.

Here's another joke: "She calls me up and says, 'Get over here. There's nobody home.' So I get over there, and guess what. There's nobody home.

I wouldn't have minded a rather more detailed conclusion (to Pride and Prejudice) — say, a twenty-page sex scene featuring the two principals, with Mr. Darcy, furthermore, acquitting himself uncommonly well.

A Brazilian, talking to one of the R.A.F. men, said that he could not understand two major nations fighting over the tiny Falklands; it was, said the Brazilian, 'like two bald men fighting over a comb'.

In those days the European continent had already reached a stage where a man could be told without irony that he should be thankful to be shot and not strangled, decapitated, or beaten to death.

Newcomers from Paris transmitted to us Goebbels' ironic congratulations on our cordial reception in the Land of Freedom. Voelkischer Beobachter, the official Nazi organ, published a list of anti-Nazi authors interned in France, asking them whether they still clung to the blessings of democracy. It was cheap irony, but it cut to the quick; it hurt and stung and burnt.

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

it seems to me that the idea of dignity can be applied only in an ironical sense to a being whose will is so sinful, whose intellect is so limited, whose body is so weak and perishable as man's. How shall a man be proud, when his conception is a crime, his birth a penalty, his life a labour, and death a necessity!—

A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.

Pigs are horses. Girls are boys. War is peace.

Fiercely competitive TV channels covered the story of the breaking city as "Breaking News." Nobody pointed out the irony.

You should tell the truth as often as you can, but in such a way as people don't believe you or think that you're being funny.

I should imagine that in my time I have eaten enough horses to provide a royal escort.

What sort of life have you led that you find yourself, an adult male of late middle age, about to weep among the avocados and citrus fruits in a vast, overlit room next to a bosomy Cuban Grandma with her sparkly, extravagent eyewear? It's good that your parents are no longer alive.

Se her, mine brødre, en menneskeskjebne blant mange andre, og erkjenn at et menneskes liv kan ta seg ut som en dårlig spøk!

look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it. —Jules Renard, 1890