Best 15707 quotes in «humor quotes» category

Proof of concept or POC is the art of winning a ship-building contract by showing the working model of a paper boat

P.S. What the hell. Why not sign off with the traditional American greeting? "Merry Christmas," Uncle Vasile. "Happy holidays to you." P.P.S. Really---"counseling"!

Pulling the chair out for me, he invited me to sit. I stood there wondering if I could sprint for the nearest exit. Stupid strappy shoes, I'd never make it. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking, and I'm not going to let you escape again. You can either take a seat and have dinner with me like a normal date," he grinned at his word choice, "or," he paused thoughtfully then threatened, "you can sit on my lap while I force-feed you.

Prove to me that you deserved it.

Publish. Be damned. Repeat.

Puh-lease… Team leather and cocks isn’t always right.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?

Pugs Not Drugs

P.S. Please don't call me Isabella. That name belongs to a really pretty girl who never wrecks her clothes and who never gets dirt under her fingernails. That's definitely not me. My name is Izzy.

Psychiatry has come a long way, into the spiritual realm. Into energies. There are deniers, certainly, but they all work for big oil. Now tell me about your most recent dreams.

Puberty. The word itself sounded like a half-digested lump of rubber.

Puede afirmarse, sin caer en el infundio, que esta ilustre manga de atorrantes jamás consiguió entender el sentido de los Carnavales. Manuel Mandeb pensaba que las gentes se ponían contentas en virtud de algún suceso que todos conocían, menos él. Sus amigos padecían un desconcierto de la misma clase.

Punctuality can go to the devil.

Ptah held up his mug. “Do you realize, we’ve fought together, starved together, bled together, endured slavery, and looked into the jaws of death...” “But we never drank together!” Marcus finished, clanking his mug to Ptah’s. “Exactly! The drink flows freely, and we must make up for lost time, ha ha ha!

Pünd remembered their first case together when Fraser had failed to notice that his travelling companion, on the three-fifty train from Paddington, was actually dead.

Puns often seem to propagate in direct proportion to efforts aimed at suppressing them. Tell someone they can't say something, and they'll find another way, much as a river will eventually find a way round any mountain on its journey to the sea.

Puns are at their core defined by multiplicity of meaning, not necessarily humor. The common expectation that puns should always be funny, or die in the attempt, is a relatively modern development.

Pure joy is rare. That’s why for every meal I eat a really bloody steak.

Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.

Puss hopped down from the couch and rummaged in Mark’s closet until he found a black leather belt. This he looped along his shoulder, around his waist, and then clasped together. “I’m off to make war, so that you may have love.

Q and Beanpole and I giggled at the way our math teacher, Mr. Sung-Li, wore four pencils in his shirt pocket in case he was suddenly attacked by a multiplication problem or something.

Qualities of a Good Nurse: Go," I said. "1. Doesn't pun on your disability," Isaac said. "2. Gets blood on the first try," I said. "Seriously, that is huge. I mean is this my freaking arm or a dartboard? 3. No condescending voice." "How are you doing, sweetie?" I asked, cloying. "I'm going to stick you with a needle now. There might be a little ouchie." "Is my wittle fuffywump sickywicky?" he answered. "Most of them are good, actually. I just want to get the hell out of this place.

Push my buttons, and I'll push you off a bridge.

Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer? A: Explaining what that is.

Pushed times make a monkey chew pepper.~ Creole proverb. (challenging times inspire unique actions)

Pushy bottom--that's a bit of a stereotype." "A Dom who isn't pushing--that's a bit of an oxymoron," Stunt challenged him.

Put that in your mustache and smoke it.

Q: Explain the concept of homeostasis? A: It is when you stay at home all day and don’t go out.

Quaint and picturesque, though I didn't voice my opinion out loud. Keirran and Annwyl were faeries, and Kenzie was a girl, so it was okay for them to notice such things. as a card-carrying guy club, I wasn't going to comment on the floral arrangements.

Q: But what do you think that the Bible, itself, says? Don't you know how it was arrived at? A: I never made a calculation Q: What do you think? A: I do not think about things I don't think about. Q: Do you think about things you do think about? A: Well, sometimes.

-¿Qué te parecería alquilar una lancha? -No esaría mal, pero tenemos el problema del ruido. [...] -Podríamos acercarnos a remo-sugirió, yo le respondí con una mirada. -Hmmm... Jenks, no es un lago, es el puto océano. ¿Has visto el tamaño del buque cisterna que pasaba por debajo del puente cuando hemos llegado a la ciudad? Su estela podría volcarnos. No pienso ir al estilo canoa a menos que me digas que te llamas Pocahontas.

Qua nesquik mosquitos.

Quelles sont les probabilités de se perdre dans la campagne irlandaise sur un trajet de moins de dix kilomètres ? Très faibles. Cette probabilité devient nulle lorsqu'on s'arme d'un système de localisation dernière génération. Et pourtant je peux désormais dire que j'ai réussi cet exploit.

Questi due individui,» comincio a spiegargli, «vivono sotto una machera, ma non l’hanno creata loro. Hanno entrambi una visione limitata. È pesante e annebbiata. A volte è come se stessero per affogare a causa dell’onda. Comunque, c’è molto altro oltre. È una questione di prospettiva.» «E il punto in cui le loro mani s’incontrano?» chiede, senza guardarmi. «Che cosa è?» «È tutt’altro. È il modo in cui riescono davvero a trovarsi. È la forza di cui hanno bisogno per scacciare la falsità, l’onda.» «Ha un nome?» «Non ufficialmente, ma nasce dal loro amore. Distrugge tutto il resto. Attraversa le barriere, permettendogli di essere liberi come individui e come coppia.» Foster mi stringe la mano. Si abbassa e mi bacia una guancia. Immagino il calore che cresce dove i nostri corpi si uniscono, espandendosi tra di noi mentre tutto il resto scompare. «Ed è così che ci vedi?» mi sussurra. «Sì.» Annuisco. «Nessuno di noi è l’acqua. Tu non lo sei, e nemmeno io. Siamo più dell’acqua.

Que cada um se restrinja a seu respectivo assento sanitário, chamemos tamanha barbárie de respeito e educação.

Queen Lily Ruckler, negotiations have ceased with the Commoner leaders of the world. The time for attempting peace is over. There is no other viable option. Mystical-Commoner World War II has been officially declared. Strike now. My heartfelt regrets, Elder Richard Harcourt.” I lowered the missive while Bonnie jumped onto the table, sitting regally but watching everyone warily in front of where I stood, and I stated, “We’re officially at war. I want to strike Sydney’s defenses within the hour, before they realize what’s happening.” My dead gaze landed on Antonio. I blinked, and then moved on to every gentleman and lady in the room, letting my power touch each of them so that no one would dare argue with me. “I will lead the attack alongside Elder Farrar.” I did. I relished it, my rage finally finding a useful outlet. Surprise, surprise, I fucking finally found something I excelled at. Bloodshed.

-¿Qué queréis, buen caballero? -Quiero.

¿Qué pasa con los lugares encantados y los cementerios indios? ¿Es que la gente no ve películas de horror?

Quick, Derek, it's your chance to shine," Ascanio said. Derek gave him a withering look. "Desandra is a mother, Robert is married, Kate's affianced, and I'm an old soul. You're the closest thing to a virgin we've got. Get on with growing some flowing locks.

Quote is taken from Chapter 1: Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she’d had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Quote: a banal proverb that is considered profound when uttered by a celebrity.

Quote is taken from Chapter 1: A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies, but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green armchair gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel’s frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: I know what." Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. "It's been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: The June afternoon had clear, blue skies—ideal weather for birdwatching.

Quinn wanted to make her see that people didn't live like this; but what was the use. No one was going to get her away from Bird Man out there.

Quote taken from Chapter 1 Bill hung up, grumbling to nobody in particular. Emily was about the only caller using the landline phone, and he regretted not getting rid of it. The Robinses were probably the lone holdouts on their city block to still have one.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: "The police should be in it, not us. We’re out of here.” Bill did an about-face to retrace their route to the door. Piper whipped out a hand and snagged him by the shirttail. Her tone returned to crisp and decisive. “Slow down, Roadrunner. I’m not ready to leave. We’ve got work to do.” Incredulous, he stared gape-mouthed at her. “You'd better explain,” he said. She wiggled her nose. “I’m growing nosier by the second about the circumstances surrounding Anna’s murder.

Quit analyzing me. My crazy needs no definition.

Quiet down," said Falin. "Didn't you say something about an ambush and a murderer?" "Crap, yes," said Marcus, and pulled Kira down behind the escalator. "Also: murderess. Don't be sexist, women can murder people too.