Novel & Cerita Funny Quotes From Novels

he insisted, sliding a plate toward me. “You’re very bossy for someone who isn’t my boss.” He grinned. “I learned from the best.” I didn’t respond to that. He would tell me stories while we ate and they were always funny. Like one time he tried to impress a girl by pretending he liked poetry. “You?” I stared at him. “Yes.” “What happened?” “I misquoted a poem.” “That’s crazy.” “She corrected me in front of everyone.” I burst out laughing. “You’re evil,” he said, pointing at me.

“Oh my god, look, she included my quote—'it’s like being a hamster on a disco ball: spinning but fabulous.” Daisy snickers. “That was pure gold, Karl. I’m surprised you came up with that one.” Chloe leans over my shoulder. “And she actually wrote about your ‘commute from Mars’? How gullible was this lady?” Ethan laughs so hard he almost spits out his coffee. “This is hilarious. Do you think she realized we were messing with her?” “I hope not,” Anton says, shaking his head. “It adds to the mystery, no?”

He laughs holding the drink then takes the moment to make fun of me. “You want me to tell everybody here in the bar that the fighter, The Sickle, undefeated UFC champion spends his nights reading romantic novels, this fucked up girly shit, 50 shades of gray, is that it, man? Where is your poetry notebook, you still do that shit, old man?” I don’t answer, telling him to speak low, I raise my middle finger and start to laugh alone, while I prepare an orange juice for myself. “You know what, Jack, go fuck yourself.”

Then I realized instantly that he'd been quoting Jim Hawkins from the book. How long had be been quoting lines from the book since our conversation began? I wondered. I smiled sadly and took his hand in mine, giving it a little affectionate squeeze.

The restaurant had quieted down, but neither seemed in a hurry to leave. Ava leaned forward, smiling. “Okay, seriously? Have you read romance novels? Mr. Big Bad Nico?” Nico smirked, refilling her glass. His fingers brushed hers on purpose, lingering a second too long. “Don’t tell anyone. I like the ones with ridiculous plots. The dumber, the better. Makes me feel like my life isn’t the most fucked up one out there.” Ava laughed, a real, unguarded sound. “God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.”

“It’s never early for anything as long as you want it.” “Nice quote. Where did you hear it from?” Asher asked me as he took a sip from the cup in his hands. “Would you believe me if I told you that I just made it up on the spot?” Asher stared at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, and I joined in, following suit. “That’s impressive.” “Thank you,” I replied, raising my glass towards him before taking a look around the place. “You look like you’ve got something you want to say, Lorenzo.”

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

“Oh, Nate. Remind me to educate you on the joys of a show called Firefly. It’s old, but fun.” “And it involves man parts?” I was still confused. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of the language shared by these three. It seems to be equal parts sarcasm and quotes from random books and shows. At the beginning of summer, I listened to an entire rant about men in classical literature.