Quotes About Irony

reality has an odd habit of catching up with satire.

You told us over and over that you don't think you could live without books, but the ironic thing is, you'd probably die before you'd think to rip pages out of one to start a fire. Am I right? Well, get over it already. Better to be warm then well-read.

The irony is, if we divide ourselves for our own comfort, no one will have comfort.

death by banana peel or pratfall or (my favorite, I confess) onstage, like the actor Harold Norman, killed in 1947 during an especially energetic sword fight in the last scene of Macbeth. There is also the particularly unwelcome death

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle-light, and fire-side conversations, and innocent vanities, and irony itself-- do these things go out with life? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him?

The world is filled with unmarried marriage counselors.

Charlie Brown: A penny! Rats! Why couldn't I have found a nickel? What good is a penny these days? Why do things like that always happen to me?! *walks off frustrated* Lucy: Gee, he found a penny! Why don't things like that ever happen to me?

If his nose were a tail he would be the perfect image of a sow's rear end.

When does a joke become a dad joke? When it becomes apparent. I, for one, like Roman numerals. Yesterday, a clown held a door open for me. I thought it was a nice jester. Why is it a bad idea to iron your four-leaf clover? Because you shouldn't press your luck.

But Lord Arglay, at once in contact and detached, at once faithless and believing, beheld all these things in the light of that fastidious and ironical goodwill which, outside mystical experience, is the finest and noblest capacity man has developed in and against the universe.

Frustration boils into indignation which condenses into something like, how funny is this shit? Because at some point, this shit kinda is funny.

I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

life is a tragedy up close, but a comedy in long-shot.

In the end, everything is a gag.

What galleries and museums have to do with a dead man is beyond me. Writing about shit like that in the city we were living in seemed equal to writing about the surf conditions while reporting in the Gaza Strip.

Instead of organizing and cleaning my house, I pin ideas on how to organize and clean my house. The irony is not lost on me.

I think I'll buy a selfie stick so whenever I see someone taking a selfie I can hit them with it.

You know, America celebrating for Washington — a man who was so truthful — seems kinder sacrilegious. A lot of lying Americans get together and celebrate. Americans celebrating a truthful man's birthday always reminds me of a snake charmer celebrating St. Patrick's Day.

The bat hanging upside down laughs at the topsy-turvy world.

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.

For every human problem, there is a neat, simple solution and it is always wrong

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

Hver gang hun føler seg trengt opp i et hjørne, bryter hun ut i: «Nei, for du er vel mer vant til å håndtere lik, du.» Eller: «Du tåler det bare ikke når folk gjør noe så kjedelig som å puste eller snakke, du.» Eller: «Kan du ikke bare kverke meg, da?» Men bortsett fra det er alt fint.