Quotes About Irony

She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle

Is not parody the eternal lot of man?

But I'm not dead! Tereza cried. I can still feel! So can we, the corpses laughed.

A ironia irrita. Não porque escarnece ou ataca, mas porque nos priva das certezas, desvendando o mundo como ambiguidade.

The man's face displeased her. It looked ironic to her, and she detested irony. She always thought that irony (all forms of irony) was like an armed guard posted at the entrance to her future, scrutinizing her with an inquisitive eye and rejecting her with a shake of the head.

Some day I'm gonna call me up on the phone, so when I answer, I can tell myself to shut up.

The minute you celebrate narcissism, which on one hand is very complex, it's very ridiculous. You have to love oneself with humor.

I love the absurd - kind of absurdist comedy, absurd things in life.

We love the things we pretend to laugh at.

I love comedy, because I like making fun of things even though they are dramatic.

Ha," I said. "Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, 'cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?" One," said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.

There's no ironic appreciation of things we love, even of things that are in fact ridiculous, which a hipster might take and own and show the world the humor in it.

I love meeting people who have absolutely no sense of irony. It's really fascinating to imagine what it would be like to go through life without understanding even the most basic of ironies.

I love Germany so much I'm glad there are two of them.

Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.

Kendra, nice to meet you, may you find less happiness than you deserve. Dale, you are as mute as your brother, and nearly as pale. Seth, please have another mishap soon. Stan, you lack the wit of an orangutan, bless your soul. Do not be strangers.

You can't get dyslexia from pussy.

I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. Its got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, Oh, you know me.

I'm thinking about the beautiful boy on the treadmill wearing the I STILL HAVE A DREAM T-shirt and realize that it might not have been ironic.

Haven't we outgrown all this tired irony? Weren't we supposed to give up acting twenty-two forever?

On my way over to Park Avenue to find a cab I pass an ugly, homeless bum-- a member of the genetic underclass-- and when he softly pleads for change, for anything, I noticed the Barnes & Noble book bag that sits next to him on the steps of the church he's begging on and I can't help but smirk, out loud, Oh right, like YOU read...

Careless and not particularly biting, it was easier to shrug off than anything in the first book which depicted me as an inarticulate zombie confused by the irony of Randy Newman's I Love L.A.

And a new irony had entered the picture: I was now hearing about how irritating the Left had become from people on the Left. One evening over drinks someone sighed to me, "I don't know how we got so annoying." And at a dinner a middle-aged liberal scoffed, "Oh, I can't deal with the Resistance anymore"—and this from a gay man who'd been a proud member of it.

I poked fun at rich friends growling about the unfairness of the Electoral College over a dinner at Spago that cost thousands of dollars, and took Meryl Streep to task for her outraged anti-Trump speech at the Golden Globes the same week she'd put her Greenwich Village townhouse on the market for thirty million dollars.