Humor Sarcasm Quotes Novels & Stories

Sarcasm evident in my words *Just hurry up* *Fine* I replied and as I was about to keep my phone back into its rightful place I bumped into someone and my hot cocoa slipped from my hand unto the floor "We have to stop meeting like this cupcake" Only one human being in the world called me that. "Sorry about your hot cocoa though. At least it didn't spill all over your shirt" he said with an amused look on his charming face. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away

Well, I fucking opened myself up to that one. “As a solution to a problem I in part caused,” I say emotionlessly. “I’m going to assume by the vague answer, you don’t wish to discuss it.” “You’re very astute for a human,” I commend her. Her face slips into an emotionless mask, “Yes, we mere mortals are quite astute. We’ve also mastered fire and invented the wheel,” she says sarcastically. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know.” “At least one of us has some,” she says, taking another sip of her drink.

The last was a sarcasm making me want to laugh but she frowned and my laughter disappeared almost immediately I saw the frown on her face. "Sorry sorry sorry Ciara_ I wasn't laughing at you. The sarcasm was just funny. You said she's good at her work, I know she's not doing any work so_ I thought you were probably just joking around. I am sorry if that upset you_ So, please continue, I wanna hear more."

I said causing Ajax to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing, "That, and of course, that sarcasm is smart people's natural defense against the stupids." "Shut up, Nerd, you're going to kill me over here," Ajax said as he tried to not laugh out loud, reminding me that everything is funnier when you're not supposed to laugh. The rest of the class was about the same as all my other classes, though the teacher did ask me to stop making Ajax laugh halfway through. I dropped the occasional sarcastic comment or witty answer throughout the class, waiting for it to end as my social battery was drained and I just wanted to go home at that point. There was only one class left in the day, and I

It was a sound completely devoid of humor - harsh, bitter, and slightly unhinged. The laughter echoed through the empty apartment, bouncing off bare walls and creating an eerie, hollow effect. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and pain. "Very good, Aria. You're really something special, aren't you?"

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

The man marched up to me and, to my surprise, burst into a peal of mocking laughter. Did you hear her, men? She is very thirsty. I think we should give her some water, isn't it? His sarcasm dripped off every word he uttered. They cheered loudly like cavemen, clamouring for some action. He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid.

She huffed in annoyance, "You're no fun. Anyway, you know who's coming back to town?" "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?" Her gaze narrowed at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, my dear Camiela." "That's not the full quote, my dear Shirley," I mocked. "Then what is?" My gaze fell to the floor as my elbow hit my purse, causing it to tumble onto the ground and send all my belongings pouring out. I groaned in annoyance and stood kneeling down to pick it up. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—"

The only thing I am allergic to is my food. Liam laughed at my response. “Are you always this sarcastic?“ He asked me. "I would prefer you use the term ‘huge sense of humour’ instead.“ He shook his head, smiling at my response, "I shouldn't have even asked," he muttered before going back to what he was doing.

I asked him. “What's so funny?” he asked, irritation laced in his voice. “You're so funny, uncle. Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't go into comedy.” sarcasm dripped as I spoke. “Your highly respected Karl Palmer has been arrested and you are here laughing. What's so funny?” “Why would anyone dare to arrest Karl Palmer? Can't you just think of anything else that could sound real?” he spat. “You know what else won't be real to you? Your life in jail,” I countered.