Intelligent Humour Quotes Novels & Stories

"Who would be so idle?" "I don't know," Ethel replied with an ironic tone, her lips arched mischievously. "I really have no idea." "So funny," Audra responded with a hint of irony. "Why haven't they hired you as a court jester yet, huh?" He arched one eyebrow as he approached her shoulder, almost lightly pushing her. "Your humor would be so memorable it would go down in history."

I asked her, standing boldly. “Even if you don't know, then you are not the brilliant person everyone thinks you are.” She laughed. “Maybe my level of intelligence can't seem to level with yours. Up and Lower.” Everyone laughed in the room except her. “And I can make people laugh.” I said adjusting my shoulder. “I'm not a simple person, I will do whatever it takes to get what I know and believe is mine.” She said, I moved away from Renee and Cynthia. “ So would I.” I said to her.

“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.”

I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek that tasted faintly of the coconut chapstick he’d been obsessively applying since we sat down. “I knew it was only a matter of time before someone realized how smart you are. Like, genuinely smart, not just book smart. You know?” Right. Because obviously my months of unemployment had been a personal intelligence failure, not the result of a predatory administrator who’d made my life hell for sport. I forced my face into neutral territory before the frown could fully form. “I mean, seriously,” Peter continued, completely oblivious to my internal eye-rolling, “you’ve got that thing where you can explain complicated stuff without making people feel stup

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.”

“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.”

Instead he just smiled and said something about how annoying married men could be. "Where did this fool come from" . I asked maintaining a strict demeanor so he wouldn't get the opportunity to display his folly. "Man, I've been walking to and fro the Big apple city having a good time". He said, he had a funny way of trying to be verbally hygienic or to sound intelligent which always never sound intelligible to me, I'll never give him credit for what ever mental stunt he tries to pull. "I see you still haven't found purpose even in New York". I said trying to annoy him.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

For some reason, he was looking as if he was struggling to fight the urge of laughing. " What makes think about such a thing? Why would I poising your food?" Again, I found myself speaking without using my brain. " I don't know for what reason you would want to poison me. Still, how would you explain inviting someone, then watch them eating without having even a single bite from the food served?" He then busted into a laugh, not struggling anymore to fight his urge of laughing. "What is it?" I asked him, a bit feeling dumb. " Nothing, just enjoying your low intelligence suffering while trying to get high." He explains, and I decided to go sassy on him.

I guess that is better than nothing, I will feel a bit closer to him after tonight. "So Mister, this is an interview, tell me about yourself" he chuckles. "Well, I am the simplest of guy, hardly provoked and tolerate lots of things really am so easy to please. Give me good food and good drink to go along with it. I lack any sense of direction, like I can still get lost even in a neighbourhood I have walked around like ten times" I started laughing at his last statement, that sort of makes him a dimwit. "That means you are not intelligent, you only have Naruto in your heard" he chuckled.