Friendship Sarcasm Quotes Novels & Stories

“It is not like you can hate your friend but you are welcome to do a pointless trial.” And just like that, it was back to normal, the usual. The sarcasm that Nirvana loved and was used to.

Natasha laughs at me, "I think you're the only one who's sad about it. Hell, I didn't even study." Then the bell rings, cutting our conversation short. "I'll see you later!" We say at the same time. I walk into my Calculus class. I see another one of my friend's, Manny. "Hey, Man." I joked. "Ha, ha, I'm dying with laughter." He states sarcasm drips from his speech. "I'm sorry," I mess with his beautiful hair, "Can you find it in your heart to ever forgive me!" Manny laughs loudly at me. "I'll need to think about it. I need time for my heart to heal." Manny pretends to look hurt and looks far off.

“Maybe it’s just not the right time yet.” “Oh sure, when I turn into some old nag, that’ll be the perfect time! Some grandpa will drift my way, and we’ll sit there sighing, remembering the days when I could still do something — and when he could still get it up!” “Oh god, Marina…” I looked at her, lips pressed together, torn between laughing and feeling sorry for her. That sarcasm of hers! “Well, what?!’’ — my friend started laughing herself. “I’d like to experience everything while I’m still young! When I’m old, I might not remember anything at all!”

A mocking smile peeks across his lips. “What? What are you talking about?” I frown. “I never thought of witnessing the day when a woman rejected you and sent you to fry asparagus,” he breaks out in a hearty laugh. I don't know whether to be offended by my friend's lack of empathy, or to laugh to end the mounting tension. I opt for the second option, although my laugh is false. “Okay!” I lift my hands. “Laugh all you want. I deserve it for being an arrogant jerk, according to you.”

Irene laughed sarcastically. "There are only a few kinds of friends in this world. Some are acquaintances whom you just nod at, some are loyal friends who would risk their lives for you, and there are others whom you get to know through business deals and transactions. I wonder, Miss Wood, what sort of friend do you fall under?"

a smug smile crept on his lips. " what ? are you kidding me ? you're just informing me right now ? really ?" my face turned sour thankfully no one can see it " kinda, heeeh , plus if I told you earlier you will not be here standing " as he stuck his tongue. " thanks! your a great friend, I hope your food is not yummy for a whole bunch of year " i said sarcasticly rolling my eyes. " heeey! not with my food, why so stingy ? at least you know " raising his eyebrows.

unpregnant" best friend, would drink your own share for you." "You meanie," I scrunched my nose and threw a pillow at her. Harper grabbed her jacket and mocked me. "You pregnantie!" She made a funny face. "Damn, I really like trolling you like this. It's so fun!" This was a thing in our friendship. The jokes always helped to lessen the tension, and it was working. "Be careful," I said as she opened the door. "Would be, except I bump into a handsome serial killer. I mean…who am I to say no?"

One of the reason why our friendship becomes more stronger and longer. "You know there are two kinds of friends, the first is the real friend and the second is plastic." I said and nodded at it. "I'm aware of that, I'm not stupid like you." I immediately looked at him badly after he said no to me. "What the-- kala ko ba mabait ka na ?!" "I am, I was just joking stupid." There he is again! Like a fool, is he annoying or does he really want to make me angry? An hour later the show ended and he put his laptop aside. "I was thinking, what about let's talk about our favorites? What do you think?"

Chelsea strutted to a worn couch, the only seating available in the small space and fell onto it. "There are no bedbugs crawling on this, is there?" "Don't worry, they don't bite." Chelsea tutted. "Sarcasm is a very powerful weapon to use on a friend Archie." "We're not friends. It's just an act for your fanbase. And don't call me that." "For whatever reason, we're still buddies." He twirled his right index finger at him. "You my dear, are stuck with me now. Get used to it." "You're not leaving."

I quip sarcastically. I look away, not wanting to look at him anymore but he shifts his image into another little puddle right in front of me. “Trust me, I know what it feels like to be betrayed by the people you had once thought of as friends. Believe it or not, I once had a dependable comrade… but then, they stabbed me in the back.” I snarl at the word ‘trust’ that easily rolls out of him. “And I wonder why someone would ever think of stabbing you in the back?” I say sarcastically again.