Quotes About Irony

You know, for a pacifist, you sure beg to get stabbed a lot

Christ, I walk through an inferno unscatched, then singe my ass on the flight back. [...] You guys are the ... the heart and brain of the Great Machine. Yeah? Then you're the inflamed anus. You're not the brain, by the way.

Stop thinking about the fact that the world has turned against you and the irony is you shouldn't even be here. You should have died sixty years ago. They should have left you in that block of ice. They should have left you as a memory, as a symbol of peace and freedom. Instead of what they're turning you into: a war criminal. A refuregee.

You who are on the inside, don't condemn my lack of faith too quickly; you who are on the outside, don't be too quick to mock my overcredulity; you who are indifferent, don't be too quick to wax ironic about my perpetual hesitations.

Scott, you are the salt of the earth. Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me. I meant scum of the earth.

I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there

The largest, longest study of experts' economic forecasts was performed by Philip Tetlock, a professor at the Haas Business School of the University of California–Berkeley. He studied 82,000 predictions over 25 years by 300 selected experts. Tetlock concludes that expert predictions barely beat random guesses. Ironically, the more famous the expert, the less accurate his or her predictions tended to be.

The irony is that the struggle to win love and approval makes it very difficult to experience them. Chronic

The deceased was a well-known scumbucket and they don't usually have the decency to kill themselves. Usually someone else does the honor.

For me, the most ironic token of [the first human moon landing] is the plaque signed by President Richard M. Nixon that Apollo 11 took to the moon. It reads: We came in peace for all Mankind. As the United States was dropping 7 ½ megatons of conventional explosives on small nations in Southeast Asia, we congratulated ourselves on our humanity. We would harm no one on a lifeless rock.

Spaceflight, therefore, is subversive. If they are fortunate enough to find themselves in orbit, most people, after a little meditation, have similar thoughts. The nations that had instituted spaceflight had done so largely for nationalistic reasons; it was a small irony that almost everyone who entered space received a startling glimpse of a transnational perspective, of the Earth as one world.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.

Odd Thing to Read After an Autopsy: "He was in much better health than we expected." Well, yeah … except for the DEAD part.

To Fate, a fickle mistress whose sense of justice is exceeded only by her sense of humor.

We have thousands and thousands of people living homeless on the streets of our cities at the same time that we have men and women earning millions of dollars a year running companies that make products whose continued usage will ruin our health, our environment, and our values. The irony is incredible. It's obscene.

How could something so wrong grow out of something that had started out so right?

the very greatest satire, I came to think -- the kind that lives forever -- ultimately grew out of a debunking attitude toward the self. To see the world mock-heroically was necessarily to engage in a sort of preliminary self-burlesque. You couldn't take yourself *that* seriously. You were part of it. All the Lilliputian preening and pomposity was, at bottom, one's own.

the carefully cultivated moral seriousness—strenuousness might be a better word—coexisted with a fantastical, mrs. jellyby–like absurdity. sontag's complicated and charismatic sexuality was part of this comic side of her life. the high-mindedness, the high-handedness, commingled with a love of gossip, drollery, and seductive acting out—and, when she was in a benign and unthreatened mood, a fair amount of ironic self-knowledge.

The nearest one could approach to truth was to cultivate a suitably ironic sense of one's own phoniness.

It struck Magda as ironic that those who professed to want peace the most were quickest to use bloodshed to try to get their way.

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.

If I were you, I'd sue my face for slander.

You know, you're rather amusingly wrong.