Humor Sarcasm Quotes Novels & Stories

“You just attacked his men. That’s not exactly what allies do to each other.” He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Isn’t it? I had no idea!” I roll my eyes. “You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit…” He grins wider. “Oh, but that quote is incomplete. Oscar Wilde actually said ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence.’” I scowl. “It doesn’t change the fact that it’s not nice. It’s self-serving.” “How so?” I take a deep breath, eager to talk and distract him so he won’t decide something uncool. Like hurt me, for one. I need to stay alive until Kaan finds me. “It aims to belittle the other person and make the one who uses it feel superior.”

That got my attention and I looked up at him. I saw my reflection in his chocolate-brown eyes. I blinked at him and he blinked. "What was I about to say?" He mumbled his eyes looking around and I let out a huff of laughter. I immediately pursed my lips to hide my laughter and he frowned. "Laugh." With one word, I threw my head back and laughed hard. Does a motivational speaker forget his quotes? The heck? I had been laughing for some minutes before he paused. "It's okay. You can stop laughing now." He said and I shook my head still laughing like a crazy maniac.

he said simply, a mischievous crinkle to his eyes. “Yeah I’m just not seeing the difference,” I quipped back, crunching an M&M dramatically in imitation. The chuckle he let out had my heart soaring. I want to see that, hear that, all the time. I need more of that. The dark, sly, sarcastic, unsure guy letting go and laughing like this… I mean, I made him laugh like this - me. Oh god I’m in trouble.

Along he years of putting up with Madame Brown's antiques, I'd figured out the only way to win over her was to kill her with sarcasm. Like the saying goes, kill them with kindness, but in my case, sarcasm was the whip I'd use in lashing. Madame Browne's haunting smile deepened and she stepped further, “I'm sure you don't mind a little company, it seems you sure do need it with this tire issue.” “Tire issue?” I asked, keeping my cool. I didn't want to lash out yet, I was going to hold it all back. I made sure my tone was as sarcastic as ever, hinting that she k ew what I was talking about.

] /All the time? [Each and every thought.] /... I see. Well, what use is this skill you speak of when I can't do anything to change what is bound to happen?/ [That's for you to figure out.] /And I'm saying-! Ah, nevermind. ... ... By the way, you do realise that my comment about you being smart was me being sarcastic, right?/ [Sarcastic?] After a short pause, the system mumbled. [So that's sarcasm…]

He told me pointedly, laughing at me like a clown. “You don’t mince words, do you?” I asked in a sarcastic tone, smirking at him. He laughed at me, obviously enjoying himself at my expense. I could already tell that we are going to be great friends in the future. I think I like his humor, I like the fact that he doesn’t try to please or displease anyone. He speaks the truth and damns the consequences. That’s the type of guy that’s the kind of people I love to have around me.

He sarcastically said I rolled my eyes, adjusting the level of my bag "Sarcasm is that what we’re doing now?" "Oh please, Tara. I wasn’t being sarcastic" "Really why don’t you tell me what that was all about, you know the manager thing you just said," I said walking into the elevator and pushing the button. "That was just..Uhm-Uhm." "Uhm-Uhm" I mimic him "You know what, I will let it slide, I am tired anyways but I haven’t forgotten about it so you better get your ass early for work if you don’t me cutting your salary short."

The air was filled with their laughter as they retold splendidly outrageous and laugh inducing anecdotes. Sara launched the story, but with a dash of sweetness in her voice. “Austin presented me with a cup of coffee only for it to trip and spill all over my notes as if I am its clumsy oaf.” Austin interjected, he was doubtlessly sarcastic. “Of course no one could believe that Sara was reliable enough to observe a cup of coffee coming around.” Sara dodged with a smile that would not disappear from her face. “I don’t belittle your lack of intelligence; such is the case with some of the people.”

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”