Humor Sarcasm Quotes Novels & Stories

I poured my coffee, gave them a mock salute, and strolled out. And just like that, a new weapon was born—sarcasm. --- By Friday, the office was a battlefield and I was fully armed. When Ada—the queen of sly remarks—snickered to someone loud enough for me to hear, “She probably doesn’t even have to touch her salary anymore,” I turned, leaned against her desk, and said with faux innocence, “Oh no, I still collect my salary. I just use it for snacks and impulse shopping. Shoes, bags, you know. The big stuff is his department.”

He said but it came out sounding more like a question. “What?” He took a glance at the dumbfounded look on her face. “You know… just boiling the hell out of it.” He told her. “That was a good one.” She was quite impressed by his humor. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked. His voice was suddenly laced with sarcasm as he jerked his chin at the packet of instant noodles. Oh, that wasn’t humor. Lilith realized. She bit her lower lip in embarrassment. His shoulders shook with silent laughter. He loved messing with her.

Harold smirked and said in a sarcastic tone, “Charlie, go ahead with your drama. I bet your so-called acquaintances are just some low-life gangsters and nobodies. Do you really think you’re so influential and powerful? I don’t believe you’re able to invite any prominent figures!” Wendy chimed in the sarcastic bandwagon. “A loser like Charlie is best at bragging. If no one attends your opening ceremony, you and this office will become Aurous Hill’s laughing stocks. Let’s see how you’ll get jobs or projects then!”

He answered sharply and glared at her. She immediately raised her hands in surrender as she said, “Okay, Okay, you're not a little kid, you're a young man.” He scoffed, “Just in case you don't know, I understand sarcasm quite well and I can say for a fact that you're being sarcastic.” Surprised by his words, Veronica had to ask, “Wait, tell me, how old are you again?” “I'm ten years old.” He replied. “Aren't you surprised at how old I have gotten? TEN WHOLE YEARS! Wow, I'm really old.” He added, stressing his age and sounding like an old man, that Veronica could not help but burst into laughter.

“Indeed. You’re the most talented rock skipper here.” He chuckles and nudges me. “You know, sarcasm is considered the lowest form of wit.” “Point out someone who believes that, and I’ll show you someone who proves that common sense isn’t as common as they think. Anyone who says that phrase is someone it takes minutes or even days to realize they have been insulted through what they consider wit that’s beneath them. They are the true geniuses among us.” “Hmm…you may have a point,” he says. After a few minutes, he glares at me. “Rude.”

He said sarcastically making sorry face. "I had already told that it is your fault. No one becomes small by admitting their mistake, only strong person admits their mistake. You really did good work." She patted his arm and said as if was giving him the greatest knowledge of life. He did not believe that this girl could not really understand the hidden sarcasm in his words. was she really stupid or should we say that pregnancy hormone made her??

“If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?” It took her few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah, it makes sense. Sorry, I got it from p*******t and thought it was a cool quote.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. But failed miserably as she made an eye contact with me. I cracked up to the point she throws the sofa cushion right onto my face. “Shut up.” “It’s a cool quote, though.” “Fuck off.”

“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%.]

I watch a few of them laugh hysterically at something they said. "That's all because of you. You brought everyone together with your bonfire idea." He says. "You've got a little Yoghurt on your mouth." "It's ice cream." "Oh, it matters." Sarcasm drips from his tone. I wipe my mouth with the back of my palms. "Sarcasm ruins the image, you know." He whips his head in my direction for an instant. "What image?" "You trying to be less of an asshole." "Is that what you think I'm doing?"

We caught eyes and he nodded to me and I returned the nod. "Hungry?" Eli asked Hampson who shook his head. "You need to eat, man." "I will," Hampson muttered and waved his hand dismissively. "Make sure you do," Eli warned. "Wow, who knew you had emotions," I said sarcastically. Eli rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," he said. "Does it look like I give a shit?" I said and shrugged my shoulders. "Obviously not," Emma murmured, looking me up and down, her nose wrinkling in disgust.