Depressing Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

That was unfortunate. “You’re getting worse.” I didn’t slow down. “What are you talking about?” “You.” He fell into step beside me. “You look like somebody just dumped you.” I laughed despite myself. “Fuck off.” “I’m serious.” “I’m not having this conversation.” “Then stop acting like a depressed Victorian widow.” That actually made me laugh. A real laugh. The first one I’d managed all day. Jeremy pointed immediately. “There he is.” “Shut up.” “You know, most people would’ve just called by now.”

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

He is so full of words, huh? "Give me the car keys and get the hell out of here. If possible, don't show your annoying face to me again." Deep says. I would like to think that the poor guy is getting fired for his stupid jokes, but the way he is so calm does not suggest that the case is as serious as I am taking it to be.

“There it is. I knew it. You’re secretly funny. It’s just buried under all that gloom.” “I’m not funny,” I muttered. “You are. Tragic and broody, sure — but funny.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please stop talking.” “Can’t,” he said brightly. “It’s a flaw. I talk too much when I’m nervous.” “You’re nervous?” “Extremely. You’re the most interesting person I’ve met in a long time. And I’m sitting here trying to make you laugh while also wondering if I should’ve left you alone.”

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

From now on, she would no longer be sad, because she might lose more. Time was like wine. Some people drink strongly, while some drink lightly. It was just the reflection of her own mentality. If one had a good mentality, she would be naturally vigorous. If she had a bad mentality, she would be decrepit. It was better to have a good time than to be depressed. Even if a person's reputation was of great important, no one would care about his/her feelings. He/she could only be relieved to see some sadness in other people's stories.

Why was life so cruel to me? "I know how you feel, honey. You'll feel better if you let it all out. I promise, talking to a stranger helps a lot." His tone was soft this time, almost sad even, he didn't even slur at all. I slowly turned my head to face him. "I'm not depressed. If you want someone to share your secrets with, go to a ditch and scream into the darkness. You'll feel better." I advised and slapped my card on the table with so much force that it hurt my hand. The bartender seemed to be busy with other orders, so I hat to wait a while to pay for my drink before I could get away from this mentally deranged, and drunk, gentleman that was currently throwing the cheesiest smile ever at

“O, I know! a greedy, fat old man asked your hand in marriage?” "Nah!” My voice fell flat, “not even close." Though that one would be very devastating. "Um, what then? Are you still thinking about your dead friend?" "Uh-huh." And then he was laughing no more. Not even smiling. His face fell flat, like 'oh, shit!' written all over his face. Oh boy, it was funny. I would laugh if I weren't so--, I don’t know. I just wasn’t in the mood to laugh.