Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

"Reiss, what'd you tell her?" I slammed my fist on the table, angrily. The room died into abs olute silence, and their eyes bulged as they looked at me. "What…is going on here?" My voice thundered. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't remember," The lady intercepted again. "It must be so hard living with dementia…" She sighed again, fluttering her eyes close. "I lost my appetite, Reiss. I can't stand people living sad lives…" Dementia? Of all things? He lied to her that I had dementia?! I chuckled bitterly, straightening my back. "Oh, I have dementia?"

After everyone had a moment to absorb their grief, he added slowly, "As family members, it's important to spend more time with him and discuss important matters regularly. This way, his memory decline might be slowed." 'How did Grandpa get dementia? He was so talkative, loving, and forgiving! He also treated Cherry and me so well! Why would God treat such a kind old man like this?' As Sophie listened to their conversation, it felt like she had been struck on the back of her head. Her mouth hung slightly open, unable to produce any sound. She stood in place, dumbfounded, feeling as if her heart were being painfully twisted, almost bringing her to tears. The thought of Jeff slowly forgetting a

“That would be delusional, I hate to be the one to tell you… but you’re definitely old. You got the wrinkles and everything, just like my dad did.” The last part slipped out, unintended, but Damon recovered quickly, clearing his throat as he retrieved the rake he dropped. “And I guess. Sometimes, I yell at things when I’m mad, Amelia always yelled at me for cussing but...” His brows furrowed, his bad mood returning rapidly. “I see…” The rake aggressively is dragged across the leaves again. “I can’t fathom the idea that they reply back however.” “Of course they don’t, I’m not that insane. I just don’t have anyone else to talk to.”

“He just got home a little while ago. Maybe he’s asleep already. He… had a bit to drink.” There was a pause on the other end. “Drunk?” Grandpa repeated. “Now I really need to speak with him.” I blinked. “Is something wrong?” “No. Not yet. But I need to speak with him before something is.” He sighed. “You know Damon’s not the type to drink without a reason. He despises the idea of dulling his mind. He says it’s for people who can’t face their own thoughts. He always told me drinking numbs the brain—weakens it.”

I really don’t want to hear any of his nonsenses about anyone of us anymore. I don’t care who Genevieve was now. The only thing that I cared now was to shut the fucking shitty mouth of this guy who was badmouthing all of us right now. “Yes, you sure can say me that I am stupid. You sure can say that I don’t think logically but Mr. Damelo and Dimitri are the total logic for me. I had been wise all my life but when I became stupid I realized what have I missed and what actually being stupid feels like and I don’t even regret a bit,” I screamed at him.

This man has just managed to fool them again. “What! You have been lying about your memory loss?” Jemma’s mouth gaped in surprise. “Mum, don’t jock around, this man was about to become vegetative, why are you coming up with unreasonable ideas” April asked

“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,”

Mom is busy talking to someone at one corner while dad is sipping on his drink. "What was that?" I ask him, stopping in front of him. "What do you mean, princess?" He questions back, giving me a gentle smile. "Why didn't you tell me about it before? How can I live with him?" "As far as I remember, I'm the one who is getting old. Should I fear that my young unwed daughter is experiencing signs of dementia?" He chuckles, taking a sip. "What are you getting at?"

I wondered why people followed these types of menacing creatures, but as I always said, "Evil was always growing." "Don't tell me nothing. This is why I always tell that stupid manager of yours, to stop bringing stupid elderlies like you here at the Cafe. It's just so stupid." She pronounced the 'stupid' like 'stew-paied', or something like that. "Yo' so old!"

He quickly said, “It hasn’t been long since I arrived, Nana. You can’t expect too much progress. I guess there’s still hope because I’m not fired yet.” “Not much time has passed? I thought you'd been there for half a year.” Grandma May added, “I don’t remember. Maybe it’s Kevin who has left for half a year. Ah, I have too many grandsons. I can’t remember each of your statuses sometimes because I’m old. I might be getting dementia. “It’s all Zachary’s fault. He doesn’t let me go out and makes me stay home every day. I’m bored because I don’t even have a great-granddaughter to take care of. Being bored makes me forgetful.”