Silly Sarcastic Quotes Novels & Stories

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. "Can they stop if my Dad apologizes to them?" She asked out of nowhere and in Waqas' language, it was called absurdity yet he said nothing. "You're such a naive girl to think that, Delilah." "I'm a human." "Sarcasm can cost you dearly, Miss Seth." "I don't either tolerate nonsense, Mr Salazar." He chuckled in the end. "Fiesty," he commented, nodding his head and tapping his finger against the steering wheel.

I wanted to leave rather than listen to his nonsense because I might not be able to stop myself from saying shit to him, but I can’t take it anymore! “Oh, really mister CEO?” I said with an exaggerated exhale. “Too bad, I don’t like employers who are a fool of themselves, too.” I shouted. “You think the world revolves around you? Just because you own the company, doesn’t mean you could wrap all your employees around your fingers. You know what? I think your employees are working here and taking all your shits just because they really need money!” I paused to allow air to enter my lungs before I resumed. “For them to put up with this?” I spread my arms. “Oh, they might really need money.” I s

Her looks are shooting daggers that want to rip my skin. "How can this humble servant disobey you, your highness? I am just avoiding any conflicts that may arise if I am not careful and not thinking with my actions." I politely promised him. I can't put her through the answer because she's a queen. So I'll let him through with simple sarcastic words. I have a subtle sarcastic behavior, that a dumb person cannot even hint that I am already insulting someone.

The cashier is currently wrapping the purchases. "Well, this is what they call little happiness. Gosh! You, you're abnormal. Everyone our age is crazy about W*****d, but you? Jusko, where are your sweet bones, your thrilling flesh? Are you gone?" This is a sarcastic question to me. It's good to fight.

She huffed in annoyance, "You're no fun. Anyway, you know who's coming back to town?" "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?" Her gaze narrowed at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, my dear Camiela." "That's not the full quote, my dear Shirley," I mocked. "Then what is?" My gaze fell to the floor as my elbow hit my purse, causing it to tumble onto the ground and send all my belongings pouring out. I groaned in annoyance and stood kneeling down to pick it up. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—"

“So how do you know that they are actually overrated?” “I know I haven’t started,” he responds. “Oh, so you do,” I answer sarcastically before repeating my first question. “Then how do you know volcanoes are overrated?” "They just are,” he says with a shrug. My tone is playful when I respond, sarcasm coating it too. “Excellent scientific reasoning, Theo. Aren’t you a genius?” He shoots me a look that communicates that he clearly doesn’t believe what I just said — even though it’s clearly sarcastic. “I got it from you."

His words hung in the air, causing a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. I laughed nervously, trying to hide the vulnerability that his words had stirred within me. "Yeah, in just a few hours, I have made you feel more alive and loved than anyone else ever has," I said sarcastically, a bitter tone creeping into my voice. The truth was, his words touched a raw nerve, reminding me of past disappointments and broken promises.

I dragged in sarcasm. Sophia smiled sheepishly. "Yes, ba-cause...you're b-drinking so much. You never drink," She hiccuped. And I turned my face, downing another shot. "Oh, you noticed? You're a big girl then," I sassed, failing to keep the annoyance out of my tone. "I am, you're just too stupid to see it," She retorts. "Alright, let's get you home. Hey man, how much?" I asked the bartender.

" Heavy sarcasm there dude." "It was a joke." He guffawed. " And I'm sorry, my Queen. You are smart. Really smart." "Thank you." "Smarter than the smartest, smarter than those who think they're smart…" "Ethan, that's enough…" "Smarter than the best, smarter than those who think they're really smart but in reality they're just averagely smart…" "That's enough!" I yelled and he wheezed, clutching his stomach. " You seem to be in a good mood today."

I could have done that back home in the apartment and not wasted time and effort making myself look red carpet ready just to stare at a hotel room walls. ‘That’s what friends do … they talk to one another. It’s supposed to be nice.’ It’s a slight eyebrow raise and another oddly happy smile and I just hit the sarcastic giggles. Ridiculous ‘are you mad’ sort of manic laughter that makes me wonder about my own sanity. He’s not amusing, he’s deluded! He brings out the absolute worst in me sometimes.