Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked her. She knelt down beside me, cigarette between her fingers. "You don't fight a memory with a memory. You fight it with truth" " But what ifmine isn't enough " I asked with concern showing on my face. she looked at me before dragging in her cigarette and then exhaling the smoke" " Then you borrow someone else's" CALLUM:

As my vision started to fade, I caught the tail end of Finn saying something, “can we please cut him into pieces before we burn the body?” Wow, what a psycho.

Micheal said. "What's my fucking condition? Tell me now before i loose my mind" Nora started raising het voice. "Its dementia cupcake" Micheal's said a whisper hugging her. "Dementia?" She cried louder this time. "That's why I was asking you if you remember anything before the fire outbreak" Micheal started crying too.

"Don't die, don't die…" "Who's going to pass away from this?" He said it like it doesn't make sense, and Aden merely blinked his eyes in disbelief. He made a fool of himself by acting as though he was going to die from a minor cut, and even though he was standing in the pouring rain, he asked, "Who's going to die with this?" "Had I known that forgetting something was such an incredible thing, I would have smacked you upside the head with a frying pan a lot earlier."

Jace: I believe I am known for making interesting threats. Me: Don't flatter yourself. Jace: Why not, Amy? Do you think otherwise? Me: Ofcourse not. Jace: Good, because I was starting to think about very many effective kinky ways to awaken a forgetful mind. Me: Oh... Jace: What? Are you curious? Me: Definitely. Jace: Curiosity killed the cat. Me: Just a hint. Jace: I would say no telling but that is kinda over used, won't you say?

Either way my heart is falling for him with every line. His thumb and index finger trace circles on my inner thigh and my breath hitches. "And the muff divers! You know they never come on to me, so how true lesbo could they be?" the older lady rambles off again. "Mother!" Mark barks and she raises her hand, flipping him off. "Don't mind her, she has dementia," Mark smiles at me. "No she doesn't, Grandma Agatha is just like that. You'll learn to tune her out," Max tells me before taking a sip of orange juice.

Jeremy asked reading a lot of resentment in Ethan's reply. "The day you quit your college behaviour," Ethan replied. "Ethan, that is enough don't you think? It was just a one-time mistake I made must you relate every circumstance to it?" Jeremy asked irritated "One time you say? I didn't know you have dementia as part of your disease," Ethan replied with traces of anger in his voice. "Ethan, you have one more time to insult me and you will meet my fist," Jeremy warned. "Better get your fist ready to meet my claws because I am just warning up you douchebag," Ethan said facing Jeremy squarely.

I have already lost one mate and I am not willing to lose another. "Ummm hey…she is here you know and she can still hear you. Just because she cannot remember anything does not mean that she is stupid. I really don't like his tone and the way that he is speaking about me. I am sure it does not take a genius to realize that he is straight out just being rude like seriously dude, at least make it a point to get a room and just keep this toxic conversation there before I whoop your ass,"

She couldn't understand Brendan's decision. "No, it's not good enough," Brendan quickly replied in an unusually serious tone, but his expression was still gentle. "I want… to do more while I'm clear-headed. A lack of brain exercise causes old-age dementia, doesn't it? I don't want that. I want to always keep myself clear-headed, and maybe it can even help dispel the side effects." Brendan's explanation rendered Deirdre speechless. "But your health…" She tried to convince Brendan.

He had dementia and always thought his clothes were on fire, even when he’s just gotten out of the tub. The other client was a 70-year-old lady who tried to fight her 80-year-old sister. They did a lot of yelling and screaming and when it came down to the actual fights they were hitting each other like they were toddlers. They were hilarious, and I let my mother talk as I listened, glad to have the focus off of me right now. I would keep silent until it was too hard to hide. After dinner, I sat at my computer desk staring at the blank screen. My hands hover above the keyboard. My fingers couldn’t find the strength to make contact and type out the words they needed. I looked over at my cell p