Quotes About Wit

Yes, he answered, it's a strain being witty at my age. I'm giving it up.

som ikke var større skjønheten av ansikt, men som hadde en krop og nogen bryster, hun så ut som hun kunde vrinske. Da den kjække sportsmanden steg iland skiftet hun fot to ganger og stirret. Farmasøiten, den vittige hund, sa om hende at hun var overkvalificeret.

Wow, look at this setup. NASA called. They want Houston back.

You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?" (Garreth)

Declan and Regin: You'll tell me a story and I'll spare you? You think I don't see what you're doing? I've read Arabian Nights . Call me Scheherazade, baby! Actually, she's one tricksy bitch. Who, by the way, still owes me twenty gold pieces and a pound of sesame.

Just lie back, wench. She snickered. Did you call me wench ? Well, you certainly dated yourself there, didn't you? Sometimes I forget how old you are. What's your age, anyway? Thirty-seven? Thirty-eight? I'm thirty- three .

My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.

You guys are humming my balls, right?) ~ Finn

In general, I tried not to take myself too seriously—I called myself "the manalyst," after all. My life's motto: Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.

Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?" asked the Tin Woodman. "That is proof that he is sharp," remarked the Lion.

The gods too are fond of a joke.

Religion supposed Heaven and Hell, the word of God, and sacraments, and twenty other circumstances which, taken seriously, are a wonderful check to wit and humour.

He has the gift of compressing the largest amount of words into the smallest amount of thoughts.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.

A sense of humour and a little lack of respect: That's what you need to make a legend survive.

I think the sexiest thing on anybody is intelligence. I respect somebody who has a brain and wants to use it more than a pretty face and status.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers.

But, to begin with, I am incapable of jokes, for every joke contains a lie as an implicit function.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

I used to know a woman named Anita Hurl," Lizbeth said. "Get it? I need to hurl?

I've learned to have a sense of humor about myself. Lord knows everyone else does!

Your like Martha Stewart on crack," my neighbor shouted as I stuck another cardinal in with the daisies.

Throughout everything, my father's cheerfulness, his optimism, is palpable in his ever-present sense of humor. Yet I'm struck by a comment he makes in a conversation with Ryan: "If there is no humor, you find sadness. Sadness appears. No humor isn't followed by nothing. It's followed by sadness." I see in his journals and written memories that my father's perennial good humor and quick wit may be a cover for his sadness, which reminds me of my own.

I am often tongue-tied with strangers and have what the philosopher Monsieur Diderot calls l'esprit de l'escalier, staircase wit: only long after a remark is made to me will my imagination supply the thing I should have said in reply.