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.

" asks an inquisitive Lara. The moment I look up at her, I see her eating the remaining couple of peas on her plate like they're popcorn. “Helping patients with dementia concentrate,” I explain quickly, doing whatever it takes not to lose focus. Shouldn't something be said about this one? — I show you another sheet, posing an alternative condition. "That's... Contingent probability," he reacts, indeed, accurately. —Impressive, currently we will track a snapshot of the idle, bisbissee , investigating the conditions of another sheet; Through the side of the eye I see him standing. Elijah. "It's Mr. Victor for you, young man," he chides me sharply, making me glance at him in amazement. Who the

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."

"Well, let's say ... you can pretend to have a dementia." "W-what?"

“‌P⁠atience‌ is a virtue.” ⁠Damon groane‍d. “Oh God, you know I hate it when you say s‍hit like that.” I lifted a brow. “Shit like what?⁠” He glanced at me. “Shit l⁠ike patience is a virtue, y⁠ou sound like a fucking sixty y‍ear old.” ‌I snort‌ed. “Th‌e⁠y‌’re idioms, Damon.” “I d⁠on‌’‌t give a fuck what they ar‍e. They’‌re‌ stupid⁠.”

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.