Novel & Cerita Intelligent Humour Quotes

She rolls her eyes at me with a slight giggle. Yes, that’s me. I get turned on by intelligent people. I love intelligence and I appreciate it. I just can’t see myself holding a conversation with a moron. Even if a miracle happened and I started dating, I’d love my partner to be smart. I would want somebody with whom I can have deep conversations. Somebody who wouldn’t make me feel like I’m an alien on this planet.

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

"Okay, just kidding! I'm sorry, I was joking, and didn’t you have a sense of humor? You can't even understand a joke?" Mr. Daniel, you don't like this type of talk even as a joke. I have a sense of humor and intelligence. Those jokes may appeal to you, but not me, especially when you say... She was silent. "what am I ? .." DANIEL raised his eyebrows and asked.

Blaze mutters, a chuckle escaping him as he thought of his friend, the fondness in his eyes shining through. "Honestly, the man has a knack for turning even the most serious situations into something laughable. It's like he has this built-in radar for finding humor where no one else would dare to look. He's the kind of guy who could make a room full of Stoic generals burst out laughing in the middle of a war council. There are times, though, when even he can't quite get a clear read on what's going on in my head," he admits, a wry smile playing on his lips.

“My family owned this before but this is mine now and I manage this. They’re busy with their company” “That’s sick!” “You look really surprised” “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you were a good-for-nothing jerk” “Hey! You’re insulting me!” “Am I? My bad” I jokingly replied. I know he’s not the type that easily gets insulted. He has deep humor and wits which makes him very versatile when dealing with words spitted out to him. “What about you? You’re alone?” “Uhm… ye---” “Zae!!”

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp, disbelieving laugh tore from his throat. “You know what?” Ezra scoffed, shaking his head slowly. “Are you actually okay up there?” He tapped the side of his temple with exaggerated concern. “Because the nonsense coming out of your mouth—man, it’s beyond stupid. It’s almost impressive.” His laughter echoed louder now, cruel and mocking, the kind that cut deeper than any punch. “You really thought you could play smart? You’re either brain-dead or just suicidal.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “What about ‘persistent’?” He counters. I roll my eyes. “That’s one way to put it.” “Or, maybe ‘physically strong’?” “Absolutely not.” “Smart?” “Good one.” “Right right. Insanely intelligent. That’s better.” “You forgot ‘humble’,” I retort sarcastically. “Ok. How about clever?” “That’s pushing it.” “Frustrating?” “Yes!” I give him a mocking clap. “You finally got one right.”

They are one and the same* Red answered with a crafty chuckle. It was good to be stuck with a herald who was intelligent and had good wit. Intelligence was necessary, for the intelligent were so called because they had learned and read so much. It was vital to be witty as well, for the witty were able to use their minds to figure out things that the natural mind could not easily conjure.

Tony waved his hand right in front of me and I slumped on my chair. "Am I really becoming stupid?" I frowned and his forehead creased. "What are you talking about?" he laughed, mirth in his gaze. "Never in my life have I been called an idiot or dumb and now I am suddenly hearing those things from the people I knew," I bit my lower lip. "People change, some get wiser, others get dumber," he laughed much louder this time. I knew he was just kidding, and he was only making fun of me, but I really was starting to question my brilliance.

The front doors swooshed open and were slammed shut, followed by loud thuds which were supposed to be footsteps, coming closer towards the dining room. "There's the missing child." Smartass began and spoke like a, well, smart ass. How is my intuition always right? What am I saying? I'm smart as fuck. That's why. Stop lying to yourself babes. You like to think you're smart. You're street smart. But you're a complete dumbass. Don't get it twisted. I hate my mind.