Inspirational Quotes About Humor Novels & Stories

He laughs but shuts up. “Ok, listen, while we are on the topic of quotes, I have some funny, sarcastic ones,” he says and opens his phone to read some. “Two wrongs, don’t make a right, take your parents as an example,” I laugh. I can use it on anyone who messes with my friends. “Tell me more,” I urge him. “Even people who are good for nothing can bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs,” I chuckle.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

heartfully, I thanked him, “It’s utterable… I am really grateful for this, it really means a lot to me.” “Reciprocate me then.” said Jamie. He then suddenly snorts and says, “Oh, I’m kidding again, you don’t have to take it seriously, you know, businessmen have horrible sense of humor. Not all, but maybe just me, I don’t know, I am always horrible at making people laugh since I was y-” “Tomorrow night.” However, before he could finish his words, I edged in. Because for me, I would rather that I take it seriously.

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

“How profoundly clever. If this is your master strategy, you have truly lost your mind.” “You are correct. I have lost it,” I agree, moving a step closer and letting my voice drop. “I have lost the ability to stand by and watch you endure this. You deserve more than Brandon. You deserve more than this entire fucking disaster.” “Is that so? And you believe you are the solution? You? The man who treats everything like a punchline?” I offer a small shrug. “Humor is a reliable tool. It seemed to help last night, when you called me about your nightmare.”

she said with a sad smile “I tell myself that sometimes” I joked to lighten the intense air “You are something else” she burst out laughing too “But I appreciate that, it felt really good to hear I still have someone that doesn’t hate my gut” I smiled “It is not just me there are others” she squeezed my hand. “Doesn’t look like it” I joked and we both continued laughing, it didnt feel entirely miserable to laugh at the predicament I was trapped in. I guess it had gotten to the stage where I could find the humor in it.

Something unhurried and unperformed. "He used to make terrible jokes at breakfast," Dennis said. "Every single morning. The kind that weren't funny at all but he laughed at them so completely that you ended up laughing too." He paused. "He said laughter was the only honest currency. That you could fake money and power and even love. But you couldn't fake a real laugh." I looked at him. "He sounds like someone worth fighting for," I said. "He was," Dennis said quietly. I reached across and took his hand.

I want her here every morning, making me coffee while I cook her eggs. I want to watch those gold-flecked eyes peeking over the top of her mug as she tells me something brilliant. I want to earn that easy smile by saying something humorous. Record scratch, I'm not funny guy. I never say anything humorous except I had in the Elevator. I'd made her laugh then, Around her I turn into someone else. Someone better, You're not the bad guy.

"Just one more thing. I think we need to have a sense of humor about the situation. We can't take it too seriously. Let's face it, we're both scared to death about this whole thing. We know that there are pitfalls ahead that we can't even begin to anticipate. If we can't laugh at ourselves, then we're going to be sunk." That was something I hadn't even thought about, but now that I considered it, Noah was right. "You'll have to help me with that one. I'm a pretty serious person, and laughing at myself doesn't come naturally." "Duly noted. I'll make sure that I crack us both up at least once a day." Noah held up his hand as though he was taking a vow. "As God is my witness." He turned the mov