Quotes About Sarcasm

Irony is wasted on the stupid

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but the highest form of intelligence.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when to die.

How clever are you, my dear! You never mean a single word you say!

Bullies! Yellowbellies! Come closer and Toothless'll fry you to a frazzle! Toothless'll drag yer guts out and play 'em on a harp! Toothless'll... Toothless'll... Toothless'll... well, you just better not come any closer, that's all...! Oh, very brave, Toothless, said Hiccup sarcastically. If you shout louder they might even hear you.

She thought his sarcasms were unnecessary.

Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

The truth, as I saw it, was that Daddy wouldn't have left if she hadn't always been Miss Doom and Gloom. "Pretty?" she said. "Really?" "Yeah, pretty ugly." Her lip shook. She reached for her spray. "God, I was only kidding," I said. "Can't you even take a joke?

Cheap! But not as cheap as your girlfriend.

You want to go out to dinner sometime? Sorry, no. I'm married, not hungry, infected with seven unknown diseases, gay, pregnant with lizards and clinically dead.

My mind reels with sarcastic replies!

Being a facetious person I got no credit for any depth of feeling.

Ridicule is the first and last argument of a fool

Scorpios speak five languages — English, Profanity, Sarcasm, Truth, and Love.

He is one of those peple who would be enormously improved by death

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.

They say when you die there's a light at the end of the tunnel. When my father dies, he'll see the light, make his way toward it, and then flip it off to save electricity.

Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a Republican. But I repeat myself.

Better wash up," mom says. "We'll be eating in a few minutes." I glance toward her mixing bowl, in which she's blending something resembling Cat Chow. Dad grimaces at the sight of it. "What do you say, Camelia?" he says. "Maybe after dinner and I can head over to Flick-tastic to rent a couple videos?" Translation: Let's save ourselves from this swill by hitting the drive-through of Taco Bell.

He said nothing. Very sarcastically.

If snark could kill, I'd have to register my mouth with the FBI. :)

There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character; some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity. A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape; it embellishes an inferior face and redeems an ugly one.

If I felt any better I'd be unconscious.