Depressing Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

After Jessica recovered, she smiled, "Who knew he had it in him to crack funny jokes, Mr. Hemsworth?" He arched a brow up and replied teasingly, "Who said I was joking, though?" Jessica smiled and shook her head, "Oh My, It has been a long time since I laughed that hard. Thank you for that." Mr. Hemsworth nodded in response, patting her shoulders, "We all need some good laughs even in the midst of dire situations; laughter, they say, is medicine for the soul." "You are right," Jessica responded as she glanced at her wristwatch, "now I better get going. I have a husband to take care of and a speech to prepare," she added in high spirits.

I answered. “Well, I don't think that's a reason to almost drown yourself, life is beyond this. I can see that man has the hots for you even if he doesn't know, he feels something for you, that's a start. Whenever you feel depressed, take his card and go on a shopping fee instead of drowning in sorrows and wanting to end your life.” She advised, my eyes popped out and almost unhinged itself from the socket.

Alex and Bart opted for shots of vodka. "Come on, man," Alex said, leaning in closer with sympathy in his gaze. "You're acting like it's the end of the world. You've still got your trust fund to fall back on." I took a sip, and the alcohol burned my throat, but I welcomed it, loving the warmth that spread through my body. "Preach," Bart said. "Losing one girl shouldn't make you go through a rabbit hole of depression." My friends were not helping matters. I wasn't sad about losing Miracle alone. I was about to lose my company, my reputation, my sister's health, and my broken family. What was there to be happy about? But I kept my thoughts to myself.

Instead of eating all junk foods and I am just thankful that I am not having pimples. Those are the fruit of girls who are failure in love. Depression and if you don’t fight it, you will just let death be in your room while looking at you and preparing a rope or a knife to cut your pulse. Death will be smiling at you and he doesn’t need to set his alarm to pick you up. There will be nothing to wait. You will go with him. But, I am not so depressed. Jeoff’s reason is understandable. It seems to be normal for me talking about Jeoff.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

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.”