Quotes About Irony

Informers and stool pigeons are full of virtue, they should all be released and sent home—but how vile they are! Vile for all their virtues, vile even with all their sins absolved...Who was it who made that cruel joke about the proud sound made by the word "Man"?

Yes," Mr. Finchley lied bravely. Theoretically his knowledge of car driving was complete. Actually, he knew as much about them as he did about women.

The irony, of course, is that today's immigrants are not risking their lives to reach America because they think it is striving for a solar/wind-powered managed economy or institutionalizes racial and ethnic reparatory college admissions and hiring or is systematically destroying the statues and monuments of its past; they are doing so because they sense its market capitalism and Constitution allow the lower and middle classes economic opportunities and freedoms rarely found elsewhere.

Could the word 'iron' be the root from which 'irony' is derived?

Seated on a paving-stone near Enjolras, Courfeyrac continued to jeer at the cannon, and every passage of that sinister cloud of projectiles that is called grapeshot, accompanied by its monstrous din, drew from him an ironical comment. 'You're wearing yourself out, you poor old brute. You're getting hoarse. You're not thundering, only spluttering. It's breaking my heart.' His remarks were greeted with laughter.

As the place is worth seeing, nobody goes there.

the highest monuments of human civilization accept its ironies and lend their eternity to its mischievous pranks.

But no sword is simple. Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.

Il est la chandelle du sépulcre. Éclairer l'ouverture inexorable, avertir de l'inévitable, pas de plus tragique ironie.

Was it not the least that one could do to swear at one's ease and revile the name of God a little, on so fine a day, in such good company as dignitaries of the church and loose women?

Come si chiamano i vostri due amici? – Pietro il Grassatore e Battista Gabbagonzi. – Uhm! - fe' l'arcidiacono; - son nomi che si addicono a un'opera buona come una bombarda ad un altar maggiore.

Such a colossal irony: after socialists and Communists in the 1930s and then the New Left in the 1960s had tried and failed to achieve a radical class-based reordering of the American political economy, the economic far right took its shot at doing that in the 1970s and succeeded beyond anyone's wildest hope or fear.

In all this, financialization has done what people back in the 1950s and '60s and '70s worried and warned that the Communists would do if they took over: centralize control of the economy, turn Americans into interchangeable cogs serving an inhumane system, and allow only a well-connected elite to live well. Extreme capitalism resembles Communism: yet another whopping irony.

In all this, financialization has done what people back in the 1950s and '60s and '70s worried and warned that the Communists would do if they took over: centralize control of the economy, turn Americans into interchangeable cogs serving an inhumane system, and allow only a well-connected elite to live well. Extreme Capitalism resembles Communism: yet another whopping irony.

The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.

One of the few good things about modern times If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand

my credo, "Oftimes it seems to me, 'patriotic' rhymes with 'idiotic,

Co kdybych t? drahá ob?sil?" Usmála se na n?ho dol?, snad mu dob?e nerozum?la, on se usmál též, kopl do židle a bylo to.

Everything I say is a joke. I am a joke myself.

Pavo Real was the nickname Señor Dorantes had given to Señor Narváez, because the governor took as careful care of his appearance as a peacock. But my master had no nickname for me. A nickname is something you use to tease someone, whether out of spite or out of affection, whereas all the things he called me were said without a hint of humor or irony; El Moro, El Negro, El Arabe. On most days, he did not even call me anything. He did not need to - I was always right behind him.

I might try that one thing, you know, that thing people do when their eyes get all wet and stupid—what's it called? Crying? Or NOT. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won't punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.

In one of his darker moments, the irony started him laughing and he couldn't stop, and the sounds that came from him, before finally tapering into sobs, were so far from mirth they might have been the forced inversion of laughter-like a soul pulled inside out to reveal its rawest meats.

Qué pasa? ¿Por qué te ríes? - Porque la vida es una bastarda. - Bien, entonces supongo que encajamos perfectamente en ella.