Intelligent Humour Quotes Novels & Stories

When he raises one of his brows, I get compelled to talk further, "I can be outspoken at times." "I agree, but you did not need to apologize for your gifts, no matter what they are. The best you do is use them with intelligence." If he did not have his face serious, I would be laughing off my butt right now, fallen from the seat. Wait, did he just share me some quote? Hell, yeah, he did, and he sounded erotic, though. I am putting out now that Nicholas can be so weird most times. He talked as though he is being controlled by something. It was funny.

After Jack finished speaking, the audience in the live broadcast room was once again in an uproar. “It’s not too much! It’s not too much at all! They can only blame themselves for being too stupid!” “The judge is too amazing!” “Isn’t the judge being too merciful though? If I had caught them, I would have killed them directly. I wouldn’t have given them any chance!” “I have to say, intelligence is needed, but under the circumstances of high intelligence, one has to be very decisive. The judge is a perfect genius!” Loggins did not know what to say. He could no longer speak and breathe.

'People make problems for themselves.' That was the morning quote that Vivien gave her when she Jana woke up the next morning. She grinned without humor, asking the system, 'Is this you giving me a hint that I'm being too willful?' Vivien actually answered, 'Willful? Not. Stupid? No—uhm.'

I teased, “It's easy to figure out,” he teased back, “Hm,” I placed a finger on my chin, “I can't quite place my finger on it,” “Try harder, princess. Beautiful women are always intelligent,” “Is that a compliment?” He shrugged, “do you think it's a compliment?” “I don't know,” “It's not. I'm just stating facts. Plus,.I never accredited it to you, I only generalized. But when I say you're beautiful, and extremely intelligent, it's a compliment,”

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

I said to Laura. “I must say, your mind works very quickly. It seems like you’ve outsmarted even the devil,” I remarked. “Hahaha,” Laura laughed at my remark. “Well, you talk as if you’re very innocent, as if you haven’t done anything,” Laura said to me. “No, that’s not what I mean. My point is, while I may not be innocent, my mind can’t compete with your mischievous one. You are really intelligent,” I clarified to Laura.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

When discussing potential new marketing strategies, he quipped, “Maybe we should hire a comedian to be our spokesperson. At least then, even if people don’t believe us, they’ll be entertained.” The room erupted in laughter again, and while the suggestion was light-hearted, it sparked a serious discussion about how they could use humor and a positive image to rebuild their brand. Ideas flowed more freely, and what had seemed like insurmountable problems began to look more like challenges that could be tackled with the right approach.

“Are you sure you want to kick me out of your company? You are still the dumbest man I know, Gray Moore. Consistent, huh?” I remained silent and stared at him. He always had something to say as if he was the smartest person in this room. He never shut up. He was like a can that could make so much noise because it was empty inside. “And talking to you will make me the smartest person? You’ve got to be kidding me. From someone who came from an elite family but has always been mediocre in everything he does? I don’t think so.”