Holiday Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

"One more thing, don't take life too seriously. Sometimes, we need a bit of joy, even in significant problems." "Yeah, maybe even with a lot on our minds, we still need laughter to lighten the load. Find joy in the little things. It helps." "Hmm, okay. What little thing makes you happy?" I asked, curious. He thought for a moment before answering, "The feeling that someone loves you, even if it's just friends. Knowing they're there, ready to support and make you smile." I smiled, "Yes, that's right now, isn't it?" "Boom! Friendzoned right away? You're quick to decide!" he laughed.

“I’d laugh in your face and then tell the doc you brought it on yourself. You think I’m gonna risk my reputation so you can play kamikaze in bed? Forget it.” That earned me a real laugh, short and sharp. I grinned, pointing at him. “See? Humor works. You should thank me. I’m basically saving your sanity.” “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched again. “Yeah, but I’m entertaining. And in three months, when you’re finally cleared, you’re gonna look back at this and—” “If you laugh, I’ll hit you.” I held up my hands. “Okay, okay. Not laugh. Maybe… cry tears of joy. Better?”

I turned on my phone and charged it while fiddling with it. I have a habit of finding things through search engines. On a whim, I typed 'ways to calm the mind' into the search bar. A series of articles and videos appeared immediately. I clicked on the origin of a video, watched it, and then moved on to another video. I also opened social media until I accidentally found a quote about my current situation. "The easiest way to be happy is to lower expectations," I said, reading the quote. It seems like this short quote is more relatable than motivational and self-development videos. I recalled how upset I was when Richard cared about Krystal to the point where he was delighted calling her in h

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

“You’re being impossible. This is the same woman who’s been circling my life like a shark, and your big takeaway is that my best friend got a spa day? Really?” He chuckled quietly, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Alright, I’ll stop. You’re right. It’s weird. But we’ve got other things coming up and a whole list of other fires to put out—literally and figuratively. Let’s deal with Dara after we survive the family circus, okay?” I exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of me even though I was still pissed. His humor was annoying as hell sometimes, but it was also the only thing keeping me from spiraling further.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

He laughed at me. I really wanted to kill this man. God, please send someone to lend me a loaded gun!! I felt bad that he was making fun of me. " Sir, actually I love to play Holi with coffee. Especially, today, I really want to splash it on someone or even better, pour it over someone's head. " I said trying to control myself. " Oh, dangerous hobby, leave it! Holi has already gone. " He said and everyone laughed.

“What happened to your sense of humor? I thought vacations were supposed to make people relaxed.” “You know damn well it wasn’t a vacation. And even if it had been, I’d still be tense after leaving the pack in your hands.” I smirked when his expression soured. “See? My humor’s intact.” “That wasn’t funny,” he said dryly. “Doesn’t matter. I think I’m hilarious.” “I pity Alina for having to spend her life with you. Your jokes will be the death of her.” “Oh, please. Don’t bring her up.”