Inspirational Quotes About Humor Novels & Stories

I muttered, and he laughed. “Also a way to show I enjoy my job. There are two sides to a coin,” he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Good to see you still have a sense of humor amid everything,” he added, and I sighed. “That’s all I have left. If I lose my ability to make jokes, I don’t know what I’d do.” “I know returning to the scene where you had that harrowing experience can be very...” he began, but I interrupted him.

Every response of his made me laugh a little, and for the first time today, I felt lighter. “You know, I’m starting to think you should take a class on humor,” I teased after he made another joke about how his students would riot if he ever gave them a pop quiz. He smirked. “I’d have to take a class first before I can teach one.” We grabbed our food when it was ready and sat down at one of the tables, still talking. It was easy conversation, nothing too deep—just a momentary escape from everything weighing me down. But as the lunch break neared its end, a thought crossed my mind.

“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%.]

"We're in this together, and we'll get through it together." I let out a rueful laugh, the sound tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "Well, if I'm going to disappoint anyone, at least it's just me," I remarked, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Despite the gravity of our conversation, a small spark of humor flickered between us, a fleeting respite from the weight of our worries.

The owner of the bakery laughed, “You say that every time, but please don’t stop.” Miss Franklin laughed out loud, “Zariah, you always were funny, but I’m happy to see that you never lost that.” I smiled, “What’s the point in turning bitter. That doesn’t help at all. It’s like taking poison and hoping it kills those who hurt you.” She agreed, “I’m so happy you are happy despite all you’ve been through.”

His humor had real life in it, the kind built on trending memes and self-deprecation. He would look at a pan full of vegetables that were falling apart and tell them, with a completely straight face, "You need to calm down." When I accidentally burned a batch of cookies, he burst out laughing and said, "Don't worry, charcoal is a natural energy booster." He was more vivid, more alive, and more human than any set of parameters I could have ever programmed. One evening, he was standing at the counter in an apron, chopping vegetables, and the last of the sunset was falling across him. I looked at his back and felt my heart jolt.

“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.”

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.

His inner monologues. (Part-2) “At least the weather is having its way.” With his eyes tightly closed, he inhaled. “Seems like it's going to rain tomorrow.” A sudden thought racked his brain. Or rather, a quote that struck a chord. “Life is tragic when seen close-up but comedic when seen from afar.” Which was true. There was no humour when he let it engulf him entirely. Because one's pain is another's happiness. He puffed, opening his eyes.

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”