Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

"Yes, you see, I know that's probably what you'll do next but it won't work. Trust me when I say this, your plans won't work.” "Shut up Matt, are you that dumb to think I would want to waste my time killing you? Or maybe plotting ways to kill you? No, no, no… you of all people should know what I do with my precious time, I use it. So quit getting yourself off thinking I have plans to kill you. Jeez Matt, what imaginations you have. You're going crazy, because I know you, and you never have such wild imaginations. Be very careful, for them not to turn to hallucinations.”

“Remember .... I'm not the only one you have to take care of. You guys shouldn't waste time on a senile old man like me." A second later, Julian shook his head firmly.

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

She said, taking a sip from her cup of coffee. “Your state? What do you mean by that?” I asked. “I have dementia.” She blurted out.

"Good. That's how you're supposed to treat the love of your life. None of the wishy-washy bullpoop that I see on the television today. Once you find your lady, you wrap her up tight and never let her go." Love was for idiots and fools. I was neither. The kind of love my grandmother was talking about didn't exist outside of magic or witchcraft. Grams wouldn't be around long enough for me to find that unicorn. The idea that I was losing her faster than should have been possible slapped me in the face again. There was nothing I could do. No amount of money I could donate. Nothing could stop the ravages of time and a deteriorating brain. Dementia was stealing my favorite human and I was helpless

Upon seeing the intoxicated look on Elder Damien’s face, Derek sighed and then said, “ You do not look good Elder Damien, do you want me to help you a little?” Elder Damien however waved his hand and then said, “ No worries, no worries. I must have drank a bit too much and nothing else.” “ Just a bit too much?” Amaira commented under her breath as she looked at the Elder who was wobbling and slurring like a thug on the streets. What was more he had some ugly lump on his back as if he had fallen harshly on the ground, no it was right to say that he was thrown like a rag doll with such an impact that caused a lump to form on his back.

“At this time? I told you I'd be late,” “Oh, did you?” I held the bottle in my hand tightly. “I can't remember. I keep forgetting everything I hear and see every ten minutes,” I said, raising my voice a little so the other two at the bar could hear me. They had to know I didn't hear or see anything. “I see,” There was a dark, knowing feeling in his voice as he ran his thumb through his bottom lip. “Let's consider that a good thing, Elena, now go to bed,”

“We’re taking it a day at a time.” “That’s the best way to do things,” Brown proclaimed. “Epicurus said, ‘Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.’” Sarah grinned. Brown had an incredible brain for memorization, and always had a few words of wisdom from a philosopher at the ready. “I’ve missed your quotes.”

what? " You didn't tell me. Don't you remember? You and Queen didn't answer me when we discussed it. My memory is so good even when Iam dead." I proudly said, believing it's true. Do I need to run the hell out of this room if something wrong happens?

“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.