Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

"This isn't who we are." Another emotional speech from my mum, and I'll be drowning in my ocean of tears. I am speechless. I came prepared to have this meeting with her, yet I am the clueless man on earth. How do I even begin? I have a lot to discuss. Suddenly, I don't recall anything. Has the moon goddess struck me with dementia as a punishment for speaking ill of my mum? "What went wrong?" I finally found my lost tongue. "How did we get here? This isn't who we are."

‘The doctors say its something called early onset dementia, ’Eli said softly. ’He forgets a lot and he doesn’t speak much anymore. Sometimes he cries and sometimes he just bursts into laughter and some days he doesn’t even remember me.’ Faye and Deb passed a look between them and then focused their attention on the man sitting in the wheelchair in the garden at the back of the house. He had a newspaper on his lap, but all he did was stare into the distance. It seemed as if he didn’t even blink.

Without waiting for an answer I stormed upstairs. I had a lot of questions. Who was this man? What does he want? Why did I feel like I know him from somewhere? Or was it just my dreams merging with my reality? Have I started hallucinating too? As if having magic in this world wasn’t bad enough I was going to be a freak in another world too. There was no where in the world where seeing and hearing things were considered normal. If I add the fact that I could not remember some things, I would be a total social pariah. Maybe that’s stretching it a bit but you never know with this things. Is that not how dementia started? My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. It was a text from Theod

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

, he paused, seeming to think about the perfect word to use for my stupidity as he was even snapping his fingers. "Weird", he finished his sentence and I can tell you this, I was definitely not hallucinating this time, this was Damon for real "I'm sorry, I just had a lot in my mind and you pitching here uninvited, is just so," I snapped my fingers to find the perfect word for it Dumb "Uncalled for", I forced a polite smile on my face before inviting him in, pinching myself on the arm to be certain this wasn't another hallucination. My imagination was running wild with me when it came to him, and it was honestly driving me crazy....literally.

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.

This is probably the time when he hits it with a blow, it really challenges his patience. “I’m joking. Yeah, what is it? Shall I prepare your coffin and mourning? Where do you want to bury? On the bed of those who cheat on their wives or on the bed without a husband? ” Fuck! “You know what, you’re not helping at all! Get out. Forget the two hundred thousand buraot you. ” He suddenly burst out laughing and only then did he notice that the staff and Nurses were looking at them. What her friend with dementia was wearing was very eye -catching.

Her eyebrows lifted dramatically as she spoke. “Ma'am, i think the term is called, um,…” he paused to think. Then he snapped his finger like he suddenly lit a bulb. “Dementia,” he said. “Its a medical condition involving memory loss, often progressive. I advice you take precautions.” The fury on Fionas face was evident. “I beg your pardon?” She bit back, From a poker enraged stare, to her controlled breath, to her red ears, Everyone could see how triggered his statement made her.

Do you honestly think people have the ability to forget? ...... The sad thing about remembering is you never forget. "So tell me again about the fights and the arena," the woman said, whom you could easily suspect as a headmistress of some high class dormitory. She wasn't though, she's a psychiatrist- my shrink. I leaned back on the sofa, fixing myself.