February is the shortest month, but it can feel like the longest when the winter is cold. A little laughter is the best way to melt the ice and stay warm.
These funny quotes celebrate the silly side of love and the quirks of daily life. They remind us not to take things too seriously this season.
Get ready to smile at the humor found in this unique month. Let these words brighten your day and lighten your heart.
Funny February Quotes That Brighten Love and Life
February is the only month where it is socially acceptable to eat your weight in chocolate and blame it on a saint.
I like February because it is the shortest distance between me and my next bad decision.
February is nature’s way of saying, I am tired of winter too, so I made this month extra short.
My bank account and February have a lot in common; they are both shorter than they should be.
February is the month where my New Year’s resolutions go to die a peaceful, chocolate-covered death.
Valentine’s Day in February is just a high-stakes version of the floor is ice, but the ice is romantic expectations.
February: the month where you find out if your relationship can survive a 28-day heating bill argument.
I am currently in a long-term relationship with my electric blanket this February.
February is basically just a 28-day countdown to when it might actually be warm enough to feel my toes again.
Love is in the air this February, but that might just be the smell of everyone’s humidifiers.
February is the month of the three Cs: Chocolate, Cuddles, and Constant shivering.
If February had a face, I would give it a warm hat and a very small paycheck.
February is the month where I realize that my summer body is actually a winter body in disguise.
February: because 31 days of January was clearly a prank played by the calendar.
My love language in February is someone else getting up to turn the thermostat up.
February is the only time of year where a box of candy counts as a balanced breakfast.
Love means never having to say you are sorry for wearing three pairs of socks in February.
February is like the Tuesday of the year; nobody really knows why it’s still here.
Dear February, please be sweet, because January was a very long year.
Valentine’s Day is in February to remind us that being single is much cheaper than buying fancy roses.
February is the month where I officially give up on my gym membership and embrace the couch.
The best thing about February is that it is the most efficient month at ending.
In February, my bed is a magical place where I can pretend the wind isn’t howling outside.
February: the month where we celebrate love by judging other people’s dinner reservations.
I’m not saying I hate the cold, but February makes me want to move to a light bulb.
February is the month where my hair is 90% static electricity and 10% regret.
Cupid must be a February baby because he clearly doesn’t understand how hard it is to aim while shivering.
February is the month of love, or as I call it, the month of aggressive snacking.
If you can survive a road trip in February, your love is strong enough for anything.
February is the month where I find out that my favorite hobby is actually just staying indoors.
I love February because it’s the only month that knows when to quit while it’s ahead.
My February workout routine consists of shivering and reaching for the remote.
February is the month where flowers are expensive and sweatpants are mandatory.
Love is blind, which is good because I haven’t seen the sun since early February.
February: The month where you can’t tell if you’re in love or just need a hot soup.
I’m following my heart this February, and it’s leading me straight to the microwave.
February is the month where we realize that groundhogs are the only meteorologists we can trust.
My favorite February activity is canceling plans because it’s too cold to exist.
February is the time of year when my skin tone is best described as Victorian Ghost.
Valentine’s Day: The one day in February where pizza delivery drivers are the real heroes.
February is the month where I try to remember what it felt like to be warm.
Love is a battlefield, but February is just a very cold parking lot.
February: 28 days of wondering if I actually need a social life or just more tea.
I would walk a thousand miles for love, but in February, I won’t even walk to the mailbox.
February is the month where my car makes noises that I choose to ignore until March.
Roses are red, violets are blue, February is cold, and I want fondue.
February is the month where we celebrate love by staring at our phones in the same room.
I’m not lazy; I’m just in February hibernation mode.
February is the month where your coat becomes your entire personality.
Being in love in February means sharing the last piece of pizza without crying.
February: The month where the wind is the only thing moving faster than my motivation.
My Valentine this February is the person who invented heated car seats.
February is the month where I realize that I am 70% water and 30% hot chocolate.
Love is patient, love is kind, but February is really testing my mind.
February is the month where the fridge light is the only sunshine I see.
I plan on spending February being adorable and extremely caffeinated.
February is a test of how much you can love someone when they have the cold.
If February was a person, it would be the one who leaves the door open just a crack.
February: The month where my dreams are all about tropical islands and central heating.
I’m in a committed relationship with my pajamas until at least late February.
February is the month where you realize that “romantic stroll” is just code for “freezing.”
My February goal is to survive until the sun comes back out.
February is the month where a nap counts as a romantic evening.
Love is an open door, but in February, please keep it shut to save on electricity.
February is the month where my sense of style is “unfolded laundry.”
I love February because it’s the only month that understands brevity.
February: The month where you discover that your true soulmate is a space heater.
Love is grand, but a warm pair of boots in February is even better.
February is the month where I officially start counting down to summer.
My Valentine’s Day plan is to eat enough chocolate to forget it’s February.
February is the month where my willpower is as thin as the ice on the pond.
Love is in the air, but please don’t breathe on me, it’s flu season in February.
February is the month where the only thing blooming is my laundry pile.
If you want to impress me in February, bring me a blanket and some silence.
February: The month where my favorite exercise is “the reach” for the snacks.
Love is like a February day; it starts cold and ends with a heavy sweater.
February is the month where I realize I’ve been wearing the same hoodie for a week.
My heart says yes to love, but my brain says no to leaving the house in February.
February is the month where “getting dressed” means putting on a cleaner robe.
Love is wonderful, but have you ever found an extra ten dollars in a February coat?
February: The month where the groundhog is the only one with a real job.
My favorite February quote is “Is it March yet?”
February is the month where my diet consists of heart-shaped sugar.
Love means never having to fight over the last warm spot on the couch in February.
February is the month where I try to convince myself that rain is just liquid sunshine.
I’m not single, I’m just waiting for the February sales to buy my own chocolate.
February is the month where my skin is so dry I could start a fire by clapping.
Love is a journey, and February is the part where the car won’t start.
February: The month where I am mostly made of soup.
My February motto: If I can’t wear leggings, I’m not going.
February is the month where we realize that summer was actually pretty great.
Love is sharing your umbrella, but in February, it’s sharing your scarf.
February is the month where my coffee is the only thing keeping me upright.
If February was a movie, it would be a very short comedy of errors.
February: The month where “Netflix and chill” literally means “I am shivering.”
Love is sweet, but a heated blanket is much more reliable in February.
February is the month where I start looking for my sunglasses just to remember what they look like.
My February exercise plan is to run away from my responsibilities.
February is the month where the local birds look as grumpy as I do.
Love is unconditional, except when someone forgets to close the window in February.
February: The month where “sweatpants” is the official dress code.
I’m having a love affair with my bed this February; we are very happy together.
February is the month where I realize that I am not a winter person.
Love is a mystery, and February is a riddle wrapped in a parka.
February is the month where I buy candy for myself and act surprised.
My February spirit animal is a bear, but without the outdoor part.
February is the month where the wind chill is the only drama I have.
Love is giving someone the bigger half of the sandwich in February.
February: The month where my main social activity is grocery shopping.
I’m not grumpy; I’m just currently living through February.
February is the month where my plants are just as tired as I am.
Love is a flame, but in February, you need a furnace.
February: The month where “going out” feels like a daring expedition.
My February bucket list is just a list of books I want to read in bed.
February is the month where I consider hibernation a valid career path.
Love is finding someone who hates the February cold as much as you do.
February: The month where “spring cleaning” is still just a distant threat.
I’m waiting for February to end so I can start complaining about the pollen.
February is the month where my tea gets cold before I can finish this quote.
Love is being able to laugh at yourself when you slip on February ice.
February: The month where my hair has a mind of its own due to the wind.
My February dream is to live in a giant marshmallow.
February is the month where I realize that my “resolutions” were just suggestions.
Love is a many-splendored thing, but February is just a many-layered thing.
February: The month where the only thing on fire is my desire for a vacation.
I love February because it’s the only month that fits in a tweet.
February is the month where my socks never seem to match.
Love is a warm puppy, especially on a cold February morning.
February: The month where the gym is empty and the bakery is full.
My favorite February sound is the heater turning on.
February is the month where I try to remember if I ever liked snow.
Love is worth the wait, but February is really pushing it.
February: The month where my skin tone is “indoor lighting.”
I’m celebrating February by staying under my covers until further notice.
February is the month where I find out how many layers I can actually wear.
Love is grand, but a hot bath in February is life-changing.
February: The month where the sun is just a legend.
My February personality is just a series of muffled grunts from under a blanket.
February is the month where I finally admit that I am a homebody.
Love is patient, but I am not patient enough for this February wind.
February: The month where my favorite color is “fleece.”
I’m looking for a Valentine who will pay my heating bill this February.
February is the month where I realize my car heater is my best friend.
Love is a work in progress, and so is my February motivation.
February: The month where I spend a lot of time staring at the thermostat.
My favorite February memory is when it finally became March.
February is the month where I am officially 100% made of cozy.
Love is the answer, but in February, the question is “Where are my gloves?”
February: The month that is short, sweet, and mostly spent indoors.