Overthink Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

“Or what?” Sophia sighed behind me. “Why is it always the ‘or what’ guys?” Kate muttered under her breath, “Because they don’t have enough brain cells to think past that.” I bit back a grin. I liked her already. The man’s face turned red. “Oh, you think this is funny?” “I think it’s sad.” I corrected. “But if you want to make it funny, go ahead and take that swing you’re thinking about. I’d love to see how that works out for you.”

I said. “I remember saying I don't like seeing you mad,” he said, glancing sideways at me. His words filled my heart with a different kind of warmth. “But you like making me mad,” I said, pretending not to catch the sub. “Why do you like overthinking things?” he asked, the question catching me off guard. “I don't know,” the words slipped out before I could second-guess them. “ It’s just weird to have you around.” He chuckled, softer this time, and bumped his shoulder into mine. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Life moves so fast, we don't have time to overthink. So, stop it.”

“I’m serious.” “I sometimes take time to process what’s being said, so it’s not rare for people to think I’m stupid,” she said, looking away. “You’re not stupid,” I said sincerely. “And trust me, I’d know. I have met many dumb people, but you’re not one of them.” Summer chuckled, “Thanks.” I knew she was feeling shy and embarrassed about it, but I wanted to know more. “Is it the ADHD?” She hummed, playing with my tie, and said, “I always related to a Hamilton quote. ‘He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.’” She swallowed and continued, “It gets overwhelming sometimes.”

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

He sings in the worst voice ever. "Okay! First of all- never, ever, do that again. I beg of you. And second of all- not on your life. I'd rather think of a hundred disgusting things like, ohh I don't know dogs mating, than you. You are the last thing I'd ever think about." I scoffed. "Ahh, but you still think of me. Because you said just now and I quote, 'you are the last thing I'd ever think about'. He smirks.

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.

"Every human needs a friend, someone who can curse the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will want to hurt the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will make you laugh in situations you know nothing other than crying, someone who can listen to your nonsense overthinking imaginations. Just someone!"[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV]

He is sarcastic. Owen suddenly struggled from its binding but failed. Because Lian was too strict. "You'll just get tired of what you're doing. If I were in your situation, I'd just let myself die," he said with a laugh. He noticed that Owen was stunned by what he said. "Oh, I know what you're going to say. Why don't I just kill myself? Are you kidding me, Owen? I love myself so I'm not going to kill myself for a shallow reason."

A letter to unmute We think of everyday as another moment to sigh deeply from your core. Or perhaps that most of the hours where we lie on top of a nail bed is just like slowly sinking ourselves with torture. It did go for a good trouble, but is it worth it? How is it supposed to go when you've gone crazy from overthinking? Hey it's you again! How have you been? What was wrong with you today? Got deeply affected by that person who told you you're nothing?