Funny Quotes From Novels Novels & Stories

Zoey cleared her throat, eyes gleaming. “First comment: ‘That’s his girlfriend? She looks like Rasputia from Norbit.’” She glanced up. “Accurate, right?” Jun and Chloe burst into loud laughter, as though it were the funniest thing ever. Charlotte didn’t flinch. She smiled back bravely. “Well, Norbit was a comedy classic. That’s not even an insult—it’s a compliment.” “Oh, of course. I love that energy. Let’s continue,” Zoey said sarcastically.

Lyra sipped hers. Big mistake. Her face contorted like she’d just licked a lemon made of lava. “Why would anyone willingly drink that?” she gasped. “Because,” I said, grinning, “it makes everything seem funnier. Watch.” At that exact moment, a man tripped over a bar stool and fell face-first into someone’s nachos. Lyra giggled. The sound was music. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Comes with the territory.” ---

“Her grammar is very messy and it appears she’s using some inaccurate information in this report. I read the book she used for a topic and some of these quotes aren’t from the book, so they have no business being in quotes. However, it makes for a good read, and everything is spelled correctly. This isn’t a failing grade, maybe a D at best.” “I was confused with the quotes because I also don’t remember any of that being in this book,” she said, peering up at him. “I knew you’d know for sure. Thank you, Professor Evergreen.” He nodded and returned to his seat, much to her dismay. She wanted him to remain close to her, but she knew stuff like that would happen in due time.

Jane felt as if her brain had been deep-fried. "So where are you at with A Tale of Two Cities?" Lucy asked to fill the silence. "I'm getting to 150 pages now," Jane said. "What are you reading for your book report?" "Oh, I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde," Lucy said proudly. "I love Oscar Wilde. So many lines to live by. Like: 'It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'"

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

Nick looked at me intensely for a moment before a laugh fell from his lips. "Mind sharing what's so funny?" "Not at all," he replied. "You are what's funny." "How am I funny?" "You just cried over a fictional romance book about the back and forth of an asshole angel and a very inquisitive girl who always died in each life," he laughed. "You are the most ridiculous person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." I could not believe he just called me ridiculous. "I am not ridiculous and it's a really good book, you should read it before you jump to conclusions."

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out and ask for it. “I’ll be sure to remember that,” I said. “Thank you so much, Enzo. And I’m glad to have a fellow reader in the building.” “Jane Austen is an old favourite,” he said, waving the book about. “You love books as well?” “Does a fish love water?” I said. “Hard to tell,” he replied. “We’ll have to ask one.” I laughed at the obvious attempt at humor, and it was just so nice and easy to talk to him. After the day I’d just had, I needed something to make me smile.

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."