Comical Work Quotes & Sayings

When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person connected with it. — William Makepeace Thackeray

If you find yourself unwilling to share, you are cheating yourself. — Beth Johnson

You can take the girl out of Texas but not the Texas out of the girl and ultimately not the girl out of Texas. — Janine Turner

Feel the needs of others more than your own. — Haile Selassie

It's almost comical that astronauts are stereotyped as daredevils and cowboys. As a rule, we're highly methodical and detail-oriented. Our passion isn't for thrills but for the grindstone, and pressing our noses to it. — Chris Hadfield

President Bush says we've turned the corner in Iraq. What is that, about 16 corners we've turned? I think they call that running in circles. — Will Durst

Isn't that why he dumped you? — Shannon Dermott

Plenty of patrons had asked me strange things, but this was the first who asked me where my car was parked. It was almost comical to look at the man, because he actually thought I was going to tell him. I struggled to come up with a reply, but the best I could muster was, "That's personal." What I meant to say was, "Sir, the fact that I work in a public library doesn't make me stupid, it just makes me poor. There's no way I'm going to tell you - a psychotic person who could very well have a knife in his pocket - where I have parked my car. — Scott Douglas

How could he hate the Jews and yet feel sick when they were attacked? Louis hated peasants, too, apparently, and yet he had no problem sitting beside Jeanne - hoisting her in the air and dancing even. Jacob tried to turn this over in his head, around and around, like the cartwheels beneath him. But after a while, he gave up. People were too strange to understand, he decided. They were like life. And also that cheese. Too many things at once. — Adam Gidwitz

If I had to spend an hour getting ready every time I went somewhere, I wouldn't bother leaving the house. — Donna Joy Usher

I crawled over the mountain of death, Watching the corpses roll down like the stones. Searching for the light which everyone always spoke of. I fought the wolves and also the death, and knocked the door, which already had a thousand handprints, soaked with blood. The door opened finally and I saw the light, which hit me in the heart and pushed me down the steep. I fell into the never ending pit, watching others crawl up the mountain in the search of light. — Akshay Vasu

Some deeper part of me wants to write comical dialogue; I'd be foolish to not follow that impulse. Now I recognize that if there's energy to a section of work, you go where the energy is. It's a living thing, and you just follow it. — Patrick DeWitt