Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

Madam Moore's eyes flickered with guilt, and she nervously said, "I am getting old and have some signs of senility. I always forget things. Those things from your childhood, so long ago, I can't remember them." Thea looked down at her, not allowing her to argue. "The dementia I've heard of is not the same as what you're saying. People with real dementia may not remember recent events, but they often have vivid memories of things from long ago." With that, she straightened up and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, I can help you recall. I will repay you in the same way you treated me in the past." Madam Moore couldn't avoid it any longer and reluctantly apologized to Thea, her fa

I pouted, “It’s my birthday, save the insults for another day.” “I’m convinced that you have dementia,” Damian said with a sigh and I threw my hair brush at him. Luckily, it didn’t hit him or his nose would have been reconstructed. “I do not have dementia, just tell me what’s happening tonight. It won’t kill you to get to the point,” I sighed in frustration. Why are they like this? “The point is you have memory loss,” Roe said and I groaned. These people… “Tonight is your coronation, idiot!” Damian appeared beside me and flicked my forehead causing me to groan in pain. “Correction, tonight is our coronation,” Roe said and I sighed. These too will be the death of me.

I studied this particular topic and I know the answer but I couldn’t remember anything. Just like I didn’t remember to hand over my assignment, or that I had had a test on Tuesday, or where I had put my dorm keys when they were on my desk. Just forgetting small random things. “Stupid bitch doesn’t even know the answer” I heard Suzie whisper, loud enough so only I hear. This was a few minutes after I still couldn’t remember even after Mr. Robinson gave me hints. “Babe, don’t make fun of the mentally challenged” I heard Liam tell her right before they started to silently laugh.

- I'm not teaching you mural if I talk about all of us. I, for example, have made so many mistakes in my life. My actions cost the lives and friendships of so many I loved. I ended my life alone. Not even my pups were of any comfort to me, as their presence reminded me of the reason for their existence. - You're already senile, old man. You speak in a way that is not understood. I'll give you a discount for that.

He said with desperate eyes, there must be a reason why Demetria doesn't want help from her parents or in a very bad relationship with them, and I don't know what that is so staying away sounds better to me, I believe a mother can tell the difference in their child, I already feel Marcus is onto me now think more her mother. "I heard from your assistant that due to the accident, you forgot some things, is that what you call selective dementia?" He said while I only opened my mouth and dropped them, what I'm I supposed to say to that "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but just ask me anything you want to know, I am here to help you, you are no longer alone" I nodded with a subtle

"A monumental... drunk... idiot." I reached for the mouse again, my tongue thick as I dictated the next line. "'Subject... LAST CHANCE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRUNK AND STUPID.'" I mouthed the words, stumbling over the syllables. "'I don't want to die...I don't want to die... I don't want to die...I don't want to die... DEATH IS NOT FUN... BELIEVE ME...I KNOW... I swear to God I will drag you into this fire with me.'"

'People make problems for themselves.' That was the morning quote that Vivien gave her when she Jana woke up the next morning. She grinned without humor, asking the system, 'Is this you giving me a hint that I'm being too willful?' Vivien actually answered, 'Willful? Not. Stupid? No—uhm.'

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

I said, not thinking of what I was spitting. “It seems as though the old ones are now weakened in the brain, and their cells are unable to renew. That's why they don’t think before they say nonsense sentences," he retorted, not bothering to plead anymore. "All right," I said to him, clapping my hands to his face "Good luck in your search for Scarlett, He stood in the doorway looking at me, confused, his kindness and good humor personality were still showing off on his facial expression, these are the virtues he can’t hide no matter the way he tries.