Quotes About Sarcasm

And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he'd smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn't want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.

He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was enraptured. It was a rare and sweet look for him, reminding me of the tortured artist that lived beneath the sarcasm. I liked that about Adrian—not the tortured part, but the way he could feel so deeply and then transform those emotions into art.

You know, I might miss some of your witticisms when you're gone, but one thing I won't miss? Your overwhelming sense of melodrama and despair. It's too much even for me.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

Adrian was completely deadpan. 'So. You're saying my sister is dressed like a prostitute.

Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts.

All this overt heterosexuality amused me. If only they knew.

What on earth were you trying to do, make yourself look handsome or something? You look like someone's grandmother gone wrong!

Being modeltheists, the Fundamentalists of course reject any model but their own Eternally True Model; but why are they always especially sarcastic and suspicious when Oriental or African sources are quoted? Bronowski, we noted, said frankly that the Japanese are incapable of seeing the world objectively — i.e. the way he saw it — but how many Fundamentalists think that, too, but are too politic to say it openly?

Learn the lesson: Once the words are out, you cannot take them back. Keep them under control. Be particularly careful with sarcasm: The momentary satisfaction you gain with your biting words will be outweighed by the price you pay.

A jeep honked and Tariq whistled back, beaming and waving cheerfully. Lovely guns! he yelled. Fabulous jeeps! Fabulous army! Too bad you're losing to a bunch of peasants firing slingshots!

Bye, Skimmer. Thanks for breakfast." "You're welcome." Translation: Choke on it, bitch. 

Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. "Why, thank you, Jon," I said brightly, "you freaking bastard." Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.

Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.

Chubi, rhymes with booby, which you don't have, or doodie, which your face looks like, she said smugly, leaning back and making her chair squeak.

Jenks snorted, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it away. "You can help Rachel by dropping dead." "That's still an option," said Ivy.

Oh God. Kisten.What would he say if he knew Ivy had bitten me? "I told you so," or maybe "My turn"?

You bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation.

Yo, Dekko, who do I gotta blow around here to get a shower?

Why don't you just buy me a minivan, zip me into mom jeans, and shoot me in the face - Melanthe the potential Queen of Persuasions:

You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb? Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather.

Wow, he must get more ass than a toilet seat!

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

All of your sarcastic— Multilayered. —answers will not help your cause. You're very flippant about these proceedings.