Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

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?

"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."

Dianne's confusion grew while staring at the woman before she closed the door. "She has dementia and cannot remember most things in her life. Hey, just like you," he joked to make the mood jolly. Dianne stared into oblivion, thinking about what the woman had said. She cannot remember her husband but felt loved. "How do you know if you love or like someone?" Dianne asked while they walked.

Seeing that Dexie was about to leave, Roger couldn’t stay still any longer. “Dexie, do you think I’m just threatening you with empty words?” “Mr. Zellweger, why do you have Alzheimer’s when you’re not even old?” Dexie raised her hand and pointed to her head, then continued speaking. “Stop daydreaming. It’s terrible for the brain. If you’re a cripple who’s only capable of daydreaming at your age, what are those useless family members who depended on you going to do?” Dexie laughed lightly as she said that. She turned around and walked away.

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.

~ Vivienne's POV "...he's gone senile." I blinked, looking at him with a questioning gaze. He stared at the ceiling as he spoke. It was as though he was dealing with something he would prefer not to. "...I do not understand. Are you insulting him right now?" He lowered his gaze, peering into my eyes. "No, I'm talking in the literal sense. He has dementia. Isn't that the same thing?" I paused, my gaze lingering on him as I tried to digest what he said.

I admit. Damon straightens slightly, concern flickering in his gaze. “What do you mean?” I swallow, fingers curling against my lap. “She has dementia.” The words taste bitter. “Started a few years ago. At first, it was little things. Forgetting where she left her keys, mixing up dates. Then it got worse. She started losing time. Forgetting entire conversations. Forgetting me.” Damon doesn’t speak, but I can feel the shift in his energy—no teasing, no witty remark. Just quiet attentiveness.

I know mom. Mom I want to say you something from quote. I know you loved literature that’s why I’m dedicating you the quote of George Eliot. “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” —Emma. I turn the next page to read but it’s empty. I haven’t wrote anything after that. I again started crying. My whole life seems empty and I want to write a diary again because I’m in pain. The pain inside me is at the highest peak. I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write.

He paced back and forth in front of the sofa, his hands clenched, his face tense. "I did not whine!" he shouted at me. "You whined," I answered calmly. "I did not!" "You hugged a pillow." "No!" "You said, 'Lulu, don't leave me.'" "THAT NEVER HAPPENED!" I smiled. "But you can't deny it, because you don't remember. While I and Marco remember." Marco, hearing his name mentioned, immediately tensed up. "I don't remember anything, Madam! I have dementia!" Alexandro stared at Marco with murderous eyes. "You're fired."