Wise Humorous Quotes Novels & Stories

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I taunted, waggling my eyebrows. His eye twitched. Too easy. "It's a joke," I added before he could react towards her. No need to cause her any problems. "Oh, ha! You almost got me there! Who knew you just had a drier humor? No wonder people avoid you," the guy laughed, nudging his girl, who nervously played along. I smiled. "It's understandable. With your sense of humor, it must be hard to find the punchline." "What do you mean?" he asked, completely missing the insult.

“You just attacked his men. That’s not exactly what allies do to each other.” He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Isn’t it? I had no idea!” I roll my eyes. “You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit…” He grins wider. “Oh, but that quote is incomplete. Oscar Wilde actually said ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence.’” I scowl. “It doesn’t change the fact that it’s not nice. It’s self-serving.” “How so?” I take a deep breath, eager to talk and distract him so he won’t decide something uncool. Like hurt me, for one. I need to stay alive until Kaan finds me. “It aims to belittle the other person and make the one who uses it feel superior.”

he replied. I raised a curious eyebrow. I hadn’t expected him to say ‘yes’. I tried to think of what might be a good phrase and something I wouldn’t say by accident. I thought of quite a lot of random phrases and ideas, but most of them seemed kind of silly. Of course, keeping it sort of silly might make this idea work best. A small word or phrase to keep us smiling whenever I say it, instead of fighting. "Unicorn," I finally replied with a giggle. "And you better watch out or I’ll be saying that in front of your tough mafia buddies."

“I’m sorry I don’t drink gross bean water like you two! Who orders black coffee from Starbucks?!” “Tough, respectable wolves. That’s who.” Jasper said earnestly, suddenly startled by Jade’s unexpected bursts of laughter. Jasper was not used to people laughing WITH him and not AT him. He was like a brother to me, but he just wasn’t particularly gifted with more obvious forms of humor. As serious as he was, every once in a while he’d have a one liner that would totally take me out, but I wasn’t used to other people understanding his odd brand of humor. I looked over to Jasper to notice a small smile working at the corners of his mouth. He appeared to be fighting smiling too widely, wanting to

“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable when he’s around, he’s even making things lighter with his presence, along with his silly jokes.” “That I couldn’t agree more,” She said and we both laughed. “Honestly, he should work on his jokes, they’re very bad.” We laughed at how we talked about Ethan’s corny jokes. However, I find his jokes amusing and appealing, maybe because he’s not used to doing it around other people that I think it’s cute when he does whenever he’s around us. It could be addicting when I thought about his jokes though.

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

He grins. “One moment they are ‘fuck you youngest child’ and in the next they want us to produce the next population of the country. It’s like ‘make up your mind will ya? Are we important or not?’”, He continues joking, eyes lighting up when he hears me chuckle a second time. “Yeah, literally”, I agree, having to lower my eyes. I feel far too ashamed. I not only chuckled at one of his jokes, but at two of them. And I did so because I actually found them funny.

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien