Sarcasam Quotes & Sayings

You can make fun of yourself and people will laugh at you. If you're smart, you'll end up as a comedian. If you're not, you'll end up as a clown. — Ljupka Cvetanova

As far as we are concerned, we are ready to leave today, tomorrow, at any time, to join the people of Haiti, to share in their suffering, help rebuild the country, moving from misery to poverty with dignity. — Jean-Bertrand Aristide

Gennia is eating and talking to Ruiz on the phone. Each time he takes a mouthful, he catches a whiff of his shirt, which stinks of failure and yesterday. — Michael Robotham

The bird flying free has no interest in the truth, searching, or looking for a deeper meaning. The bird flying free just "is" and that is why it is free. — Princess Mazzaloulou

Golf is like smoking, I have been trying to quit for years. — Brian Weiss

Do not look yourself as bad, when we look up to the heavens at nighttime, we focus not on the black void but on the sparkling points of starlight. — Various

Loneliness is a twilight moment by feelings, longing after something or someone you can not reach — Istvan Molnar

The more fears we walk through, the more power we reclaim. — Robin Sharma

It is, I think, a good deal owing to the preponderance of the commercial element in Society that conversation has sunk to its present dull level of conventional chatter. — Dorothy Nevill

It's shameful for a devil to be good. — Ljupka Cvetanova

there is a limit of ignominy, beyond which man's consciousness of shame cannot go, and after which begins satisfaction in shame? — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly, — Kim Harrison

I sit in my chair, the wreath on the ceiling floating above my head, like a frozen halo, a zero. A hole in space where a star exploded. A ring, on water, where a stone's been thrown. All things white and circular. I wait for the day to unroll, for the earth to turn, according to the round face of the implacable clock. The geometrical days, which go around and around, smoothly and oiled. Sweat already on my upper lip, I wait, for the arrival of the inevitable egg, which will be lukewarm like the room and will have a green film on the yolk and will taste faintly of sulphur. Today, — Margaret Atwood