#humor

It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gray-book #humor #jace #humor

Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#diary #humor #jace-wayland #sarcasm #humor

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#humor

Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #humor

I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them." "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#hodge #humor #revenge #sarcasm #tea

Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must." "I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically." "None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. "How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #radiance #experience

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #religion #forgiveness

I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though." "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something." I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear. "Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you." I laugh a little. "Then you should know better." "Fine," he says. "Then I love you. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #humor #love #tobias #humor

Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#trees #humor