Humor Sarcasm Quotes Novels & Stories

Raising my tone, just as he did, although if someone heard us talking, they would surely mistake it for a murmur. “And then you earn…how much? A hundred crores, like that takla writer, right? I really don’t know where you got those ideas from!” he had now invoked the most lethal of all linguistic weapons – sarcasm – more powerful than a thousand arrows of invectives, yelling, screaming and all those tools that one can use while making their dissatisfaction, disagreement or disapproval over something obvious. Kela and Baal hurt, but sarcasms leave serious wounds for the entire lifetime. Wounds that don’t really heal.

This kind of person is very easy to deal with, just say a few words to him and he will lose interest in joining the fun. Jessica looked at him and snorted coldly, "Mr. Hartley, is your memory so poor? You can forget someone in just twenty days?" Hari was a bit embarrassed after being scolded by Jessica, "No, it's normal for you to forget about me when you're busy with important matters." Jessica glanced at him and snorted lightly, "I'm not as busy as Mr. Hartley, I see you everywhere." Hari was not foolish, so he naturally detected the sarcasm in Jessica's words.

Everyone in the room straightened their backs in anticipation. Lucianne’s smile dropped and her voice came out stern and strong, “My behavior is the result of your actions. I’m genuine to the genuine, fake to the fake, lethal to the lethal. Fortunately or unfortunately, I will not be stupid to the stupid. So, instead of matching their low level of thinking, I choose to use sarcasm because I can see no reason to justify or explain myself. Those people will only hear what they want to hear, and I do not have a habit of begging people to understand me or my point of view. I only take the trouble to explain something if I can see that one is not a lost cause. Otherwise, I really couldn’t care le

I told him desperately wanting to know what I did wrong. “Oh, you should stop talking to sort out all the problems!” He said very seriously that somehow made me laugh. I know I have a big mouth. He is being sarcastic. I love this Arjun, funny and sarcastic. But I stopped laughing when I didn't hear him laugh with me.

He had angrily opened the door to give her a piece of his mind but here he was still in the doorway awkwardly consoling the woman whose emotional change was faster than saying, Jack. "Ever heard of sarcasm?" Jessica asked standing up. "I went to Harvard" He answered simply as of he was supposed to give her all the answers to all the questions in the world. "Well, your Harvard certificate did not teach you what sarcasm is. I was being sarcastic. I was crying because of the news of today and I expected you to know that and not ask me why I am crying" she answered. "I didn't want to assume," he said looking down at his feet.

Luna says after a moment, her voice dripping with sarcasm that cuts through the tension like a knife, "my mind is feeling so wonderfully clear and untroubled after receiving this latest bit of information." The sarcastic way she delivers the statement, combined with the exaggerated eye roll that accompanies it, makes me burst into laughter that I'm completely unable to control. The sound bubbles up from somewhere deep in my chest, part hysteria and part genuine amusement at the absurdity of our situation. "I honestly don't know what to think about any of this," I say, shaking my head as my laughter subsides into nervous giggles. "But there's absolutely nothing in her little performance that

Micha said, scowling. “I’m ѕеnѕіng some sarcasm to your tоnе thеrе.” Jоѕh lаughеd. You hаd tо give сrеdіt tо thе guy, hе gаvе аѕ good аѕ hе gоt. “Thаt’ѕ whаt I lоvе about уоu, Jоѕh, уоu’rе аѕ ѕhаrр аѕ a pin,” Micha scoffed.

Especially if you're looking for a little bit of trouble. "Hari-ah, I have a joke for you!" Oh no, he's back. The puns! The jokes! The sarcastic laughs! "What is it this time Josh?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay, do you know who's fault is it every time I smile?" He asked with a lopsided smile. "Who's fault is it?" I answered. "Yours of course." He winked. Ack! He got me. Again. "Haha, very funny. Are you finally done?" I rolled my eyes.

I looked down. One silent tear slid down my cheek. He was still fuming. Still shaking. But I could feel it—beneath every expletive, every rage-filled line. He was terrified. Because he gave a damn. He gave every f**king damn in the world. Nick wasn’t wrong. He never really was. He was just joking—just being his usual dumbass self, trying to break tension the only way he knew how: with sarcasm and poorly timed humor. And somehow... it landed like a f**king dagger right through the darkest part of me.

Emily asked, surprisedly lazed in her tone, "I must have slept in." "You always sleep in and need the grace of God to wake up." Lauren replied with sarcasm. "You don't have to put it that way. The sarcasm that accompanies your words needs to be studied." Her lips quivered, "It comes with this feeling that won't leave me till the end of the following week."Emily said, dipping her hands sneakily into the bowl of cookies. "All hail the queen of sarcasm." Lauren picked up on the joke, laughing. "Whatever." Emily replied, throwing her hands in the air, "My problem is bigger than sarcasm."