Quotes About Wit

The actual meaning of the word Witch is linked to "wisdom" and is the same root as "to have wit" and "to know." It comes from the Anglo-Saxon wicce (f) or wicca (m) meaning "wise one," witches being both female and male. On

I'm quite convinced that it's energy and humor. The two of them combined equal charm.

Look for the ridiculous in everything and you find it.

I have no agenda except to be funny. Neither I or the writers profess to offer any worldly wisdom.

Don't look so upset," Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. "You're quite a catch." He looked at her assessingly. "Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?" She shrugged. "Not to men one is trying to impress." "Touché, Miss Bridgerton." She sighed happily. "My three favorite words." Of that, he had no doubt.

Nothing like trapping the gentlemen where they couldn't get away.

Am I not allowed to speak in hyperbole?" "Only," he said, a bit too smoothly, "if you are talking about me." Ellie's face slid into a smirk. "Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "I feel as if we have known each other for a million years." Her tone grew more ironic. "I am that weary of your company.

Your fangs are showing, Miss Lyndon." "Are they?" she asked, reaching up to touch her face. "I shall have to remember to retract them." Charles burst out laughing. "You, Miss Lyndon, are a treasure." "That's what I keep telling everyone," she said with a shrug and a wicked smile, "but no one seems to believe me.

Do you know what I like about you, Elizabeth?" She couldn't even possibly imagine. "You're as kind and good a person as they come," he continued, "but unlike most kind and good people, you don't preach or cloy, or try to make everyone else kind and good ... And underneath all that kindness and goodness, you seem to possess a wicked sense of humor, no matter how hard you occasionally try to suppress it.

What are you up to?" she asked. "Why would you think I'm up to anything?" Her lips pursed before she said, "You wouldn't be you if you weren't up to something." He smiled at that. "I do believe that was a compliment." "It wasn't necessarily intended as such." "But nonetheless," he said mildly, "that's how I choose to take it.

All I meant to say is that a rake's humor has its basis in cruelty. He needs a victim, for he cannot imagine ever laughing at himself. You, your grace, are rather clever with the self-deprecating remark.

Hush up, minx. You're a funny one, but you're certainly more likable than unlikable.

You're a bundle of questions this afternoon, aren't you?" "I wouldn't have to be," she retorted, clearly regaining her wits, "if you'd actually say something of substance." "Until next time, Miss Bridgerton," he murmured, slipping out into the hall. "But when?" came her exasperated voice. He laughed all the way out.

On the way over, however, it slid off the shovel and onto Henry's shoes. Pity, that. She whirled around. He waited for her to burst out with, "You did that on purpose!" but she kept silent, motionless except for a slight narrowing of her eyes. Then, with a flick of her ankle, the slop spattered onto his trousers. She smirked, waiting for him to say, "You did that on purpose!" but he also remained silent. Then he smiled at her, and she knew she was in trouble.

Me?" "Yes, you," Lady Danbury grumbled. "I'd be happy to talk with someone else if you could find me a body with more than half a brain." Penelope choked on the beginnings of laughter as she motioned to her companions. "Er, I assure you that Lady Bridgerton—" Lady Bridgerton was furiously shaking her head. "She's too busy trying to get that oversized brood of hers married off," Lady Danbury announced

except that Sir Lionel tended to forget the middle bits of the stories, and his "mots" weren't terribly "bon.

She quirked a smile. "Does he beg your pardon so very often?" "Not nearly as much as he should.

Are you trying to torture me?" "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I rather think I am.

Nigel Berbrooke?' He practically choked on the name. 'Yes, why?' 'The man has more hair than wit. A great deal more.' 'But he's going bald,' she couldn't resist pointing out. He grimaced, 'And if that doesn't prove my point, I don't know what will.

What are you up to?" she asked. "Why would you think I'm up to anything?" Her lips pursed before she said, "You wouldn't be you if you weren't up to something." He smiled at that. "I do believe that was a compliment." "It wasn't necessarily intended as such." "But nonetheless," he said mildly, "that's how I choose to take it." -Sophie & Benedict

Everyone likes a little bit of flirting and I do indulge in healthy flirting at times.

I think comedy's something you can't learn. It's an instinct, which makes it rather elusive.

I don't have this weird, natural funny bone that constantly comes out. It's not like my every instinct is to be funny, and I'm always having to dampen that down.

My father was a master of the cutting insult.