Quotes About Irony

JACK: For heaven's sake, don't try to be cynical. It's perfectly easy to be cynical. ALGERNON: My dear fellow, it isn't easy to be anything nowadays. There's such a lot of beastly competition about.

The world has been made by fools that wise men may live in it. Women

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

I could not but feel that it was ironical that the old relative should have spoken disparagingly of fawns as a class, sneering at their timidity in that rather lofty and superior manner, for he himself could have walked straight into a gathering of these animals and no questions asked.

Very good, I said coldly. In that case, tinkerty tonk. And I meant it to sting.

I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare - or if not, it's some equally brainy bird - who says that it's always when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

And, as Stevie Rae would have said, Kalona was as wrong as manboobs.

I've married a friggin horse. And he bites.

Clearly, the Goddess has a sense of humor.

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.

Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

I mean, if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together.

That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of your pockets.

You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?

a chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.

His brow was sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and his air that of a man who, if he had said ''Hullo, girls'', would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Grandpapa had hanged himself in the barn.

I killed him with my niblick, said Celia. I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a niblick shot.

the levity of the doomed has no equal.

We're in business—romantic lighting," she dryly intoned. "Ha ha ha.

Your novel. Couldn't put it down. Quite literary, but with a lot of commercial potential. Irony and yet compassion for the characters. Involved and complex while still being a real page-turner.

The rare innocence of my father never hardens into experience, into knowing what's what. He never achieves irony, the consolation prize for losing innocence and gaining experience. IT would be comic except that innocence is never comic when it is an article of faith.

Oh, i can deal with the tragedy, it's the farce I can't handle.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Fate had cruel timing.