Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

"You're going there if you don't stop talking." My mouth popped open on its own without consulting my brain. "What?" I spurted and blinked a few times before my lips pulled to a little smirk, then again without consulting my brain. "Can't differentiate between a very much alive woman and a dead zombie, can you now?" I said, feigning stupidity. "And that," he said, turning his attention back to his newspaper reading, "is the stupidest statement I've ever heard from a supposedly literate human being. I never mentioned you being dead. Well, at least not now-"

An elderly man advises him kindly over the counter. "And who do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do? Huh? If I stop drinking will it bring back my girl? If I stop drinking will it give me back my job? Huh? Tell me! Answer me!!" Damon fired back at the man, drawing the attention of others to them.

he say with furrowed brows like he did not remember what I had just told him to help me confirm just a few moments ago. "Ohhh please Andrew cut the crap....do not tell me you do not even remember" I reply as I suddenly felt my stomach turn with irritation,at the fact that he had forgotten something as important as that, infact something that made me that miserable at the end. "And what is that Xands.... could you please refresh my memory or something" he said further while still obvious that he was trying his best to remember. "Ohh please,you have got to be kidding me.....do you now have dementia or something" I continued while glaring at him with anger clearly obvious in my eyes,still tryin

Kevin suddenly asked. I kissed my teeth, I had no response to his question, and even if I did, Mom was the least person to defend. "Kevin, you seem pressured, is everything fine," the chairman replied calmly. "Like you care," Kevin grunted and turned in the other direction. "We will wait till Everyone is present, what I have to say today is of paramount importance, hence the need for everyone to be present." He blinked slowly and stared in my direction. For a moment, I could swear he didn't recognize me, he looked past me like he always did whenever the dementia got the better of him.

“ He has dementia,” I mumble. My inner locale may want to be off base. Mac thinks dissatisfiedly of the man sitting across from him. “Is it time for my medication?” Mr. Victor asks us once more, showing that his mental state is not in the best of shape. I wish it was essential for that little gathering of seniors who really have every plug in their minds very much positioned. I wish he didn't have this disease that just a little bit with his psyche, with his memories, with everything he used to be.

Dum said without answering my question. Yeah right I almost forgot about grandmother is here in front of us. I turned my attention back to grandmother who was now grinning silently teasing me with her eyes. "Are you jealous, dear?" grandma said quietly. I returned her gaze in response, "why would I be envious when the person is dead, thus I am okay!" "You know, a person who is deceased is always remembered more than the living person who is always in front of you," grandma said, her eyes shining at me.

"You are dumb. If you weren't stupid, you wouldn't let the simple words of someone with dementia rattle you." Margaret's eyes widened. The room went dead silent. Susan stammered, "What... what do you mean by that?" I met Susan's eyes, seeing the dread already there. Of course she'd noticed the signs, but her scheming had blinded her to the obvious reality right in front of her. "I know you're not that stupid, Susan," I said coldly. "Whatever you're playing at isn't going to work. You can't get someone who can barely remember the same herbal processes she employed back then to suddenly remember complex formulas."

“There is a saying that the past is not good to remember. The better thing to do is plan for the future because the future is a much better thing.” “Who was the doctor who said that your amnesia would never be cured?” “Doctor Jacob, the doctor who treated us from the accident until we recovered now.” “That means Doctor Jacob is a very stupid doctor.” “Stupid? Why do you say he is stupid?” “Of course, I said he was stupid. At first, he said that your amnesia would only last temporarily, but now suddenly he said that your amnesia would never be cured forever. Why can a doctor as stupid as him work in a highly qualified hospital?”

Final. Grey leaned back slightly. A small sound leaving him. Not quite a sigh. Not quite frustration. Something in between. “Hmmm…” he murmured. His eyes drifted for a moment, his thoughts clearly turning. Calculating. Reassessing. “This is a lost battle,” he said after a while. “The old lady said if you remember the lost memory…” He paused, his gaze returning to mine. “…you might die.” Silence. Deep. Unavoidable.

I couldn't remember anything at that moment. "Kai.... It's me Zara." She said. "I don't know you." I said in a clipped tone. Just then a scruffy old man in scrubs stepped out of a room into the corridor I was standing. "He's having a minor dementia." The old man said. "Will he be fine?" The lady asked. "He needs to be taken down while I reset a few things in him." He responded.