Novel & Cerita Inspirational Quotes About Humor

Zen could tell that she rarely laughed and that she probably didn’t know how wonderful the sound was. “You have a beautiful laugh you know?” he complimented, to be blessed with the sight of her reddened cheeks. “Thank you! I rarely do,” she admitted. “I can tell, but why?” he questioned. “It’s a luxury to be able to,” she replied sadly. Zen was sure then that his new friend was broken. “We need to fix that. Laughing is the one thing that you should be able to do at every opportunity. I heard people who laugh more live longer,” he joked.

“Carry on.” “But your main problem is that you have no sense of humour.” I raised a hand to stop the objection forming on her lips. “No, wait, just because you laugh at others doesn’t mean you have a sense of humour. You also have to be able to laugh at yourself. And you take yourself way too seriously.” “I see. Thank y—”

He throws a wink my way, " You see, I had a really important match that I had to attend to." "Did you win?" He laughs rather loudly. "I never lose." "Don't go too ahead of yourself is what I will advise." "Advice accepted." Giving me a knowing look he continues, "Not to be rude but you seem like a person with no sense of humor." Now, it's my time to laugh, an awkward one I may add. I've always known my sense of humor isn't the best but he didn't have to remind me of that. However, the way he delivered the obvious is funny.

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

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.

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.

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.

He continued with a smirk, “And I have a great sense of humor.” This time, I actually scoffed out loud. A great sense of humor? Did he even have a sense of humor to start with? “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” I asked, shaking my head. “Sense of humor? You think you’re funny?” “Admit it,” he countered. Of course, he was joking. “I’m funny.” “No, you’re not, Christian,” I shot back, still shaking my head. “But I have to admit, it’s one of the qualities I look for in a man. I love a guy who can make my ribs ache with laughter.”

“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%.]

Hide damage and pain with humor. “I am starting to feel uncomfortable, will someone offer the cripple a drink first?” Athena’s face fell and the guilt in her eyes became obvious. Alex looked awkward like he wasn’t expecting me to joke about myself, people never knew what to do when the crippled mock themselves first, it ruins their intentions. There’s a reason why people can’t shame the shameless. “Oh,” he laughed dryly. “I didn’t mean….” “You did,” I interrupted. “But don’t worry, I have had enough years to process my tragic condition.”