Witty Book Quotes Novels & Stories

“Indeed. You’re the most talented rock skipper here.” He chuckles and nudges me. “You know, sarcasm is considered the lowest form of wit.” “Point out someone who believes that, and I’ll show you someone who proves that common sense isn’t as common as they think. Anyone who says that phrase is someone it takes minutes or even days to realize they have been insulted through what they consider wit that’s beneath them. They are the true geniuses among us.” “Hmm…you may have a point,” he says. After a few minutes, he glares at me. “Rude.”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

"Oh please, like you even know what it takes to be a boss. You probably couldn't even handle a basic Excel spreadsheet." "Coming from someone who probably thinks a PowerPoint presentation is their biggest accomplishment." Adrienne's eyes narrowed, her smirk turning into a devious smile. "You know what they say about assumptions, right? They make an ass out of 'u' and 'mptions.' Trust me, you're an expert at that." Linc raised an eyebrow, his expression unyielding. "Says the queen of cliché quotes. You should consider a career in motivational posters." Adrienne feigned surprise, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Wise words you read in a book." He gasps, mock-offended. "You wound me. How dare you accuse me of borrowing my wisdom?" I frown, my brows creasing. "Didn't you read that somewhere?" "How cute of you to assume you'd find those words in a book," he chuckles. "That was all me, hun." ...Wow. That means he had to have made them up on the spot. For me. That makes it even sweeter. I feel the tears begin to resurface.

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

Author's Quote: "sometimes all you need to do is just sit back and watch" Well hello!!!!! there people hope the book keeps you interested. Sarah First day of uni and I'm all set like I'm going to war zone... Chill I'm just going to nail it. Nail it?? Nail what? Like nail the real nail or just that.

I placed the books on the table, he joined me on the other side. “Has anyone ever told you how much of a snarky bitch you are?” My eyes shot up, “I don’t appreciate being called a bitch. Has anyone ever taught you manners?” He cleared his throat, “Sorry. Has anyone ever told you his much a snarky, rude, witty, I-think-I’m-better-than-others woman you are??” A snarky smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, “All the time. It’s sort of an ego boost.”

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."

I struggled through some of it, my tongue feeling like it was getting twisted a few times. All the while, Mr. Penn stared at me. He watched me intently as I worked my way through the quote. “What does it mean?” I chuckled. “I wrote it down, Mr. Penn. It’s a quote from Siddhartha.” “And?” Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else ... Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.”