Demented Quotes Novels & Stories

God! I feel like I’m growing demented. Mad. Like…I can’t think straight because the voices in my head are too much. The force with which I force my mind to remember things from my past hits hard on me. It’s not working, my mind is whirling, spinning, and I feel dizzy. Blackness threatens to veil my vision and bring me under but I struggle to sail on the edges of reality. I refuse to give into unconsciousness now.

John taunted him. “You are sick!” my father yelled, as John simply laughed at him. “You are the sick one, old man. Has the dementia started to tease the edges of your mind?” John asked with a smirk. My father was vibrating with his rage. I stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to the moment.

I groaned out of frustration “I don’t have retentive memories .it died “ he said opening the doors to the cafeteria. “ what do you mean by he died, peoples bring don’t die like that except you’re an old person are you in your 50s? I had to ask because I remember my mom telling me that Her father ,my grandfather had amnesia when he was in his late 50s or early 50s and make them not remember things because their brain dies from all the stress and overthinking from the mafia works. So Marcus telling me that was very odd ,does that mean I was having a crush on an elderly man.

It was a mahjong tile. The table fell silent for a few seconds. Then, the elderly men erupted in anger. "Well, well, I knew something was off! You're cheating?!" "How many times is this? Shameless, have you no end?!" Mr. Lin appeared guilty. He flashed an awkward smile. "Isn't this my senile dementia acting up again? Don't get so worked up, folks." The men looked puzzled. "Since when did you have senile dementia?" "...Just diagnosed yesterday."

Passing her card to the lady, Zoe leaned closer to the counter with an insinuation, “I guess only the older ones will be left here soon.” Chuckling, the old baker shook her head as she wiped the card, “The old ones might not be around for long either. Old age catches up, and then they pass away,” she muttered wearily, as if realizing the reality of life once again at that moment. “Oh, that is sad,” Zoe received her card and tucked her card back into her purse, as she shook her head in pity, “I was opportune to talk to a woman here the last time I was here. She had dementia but was a sweet soul. I hope she hangs on for a long time,” she expressed her desire.

the elder interjected “unfulfilling meetings? Daughter may I remind you of the presence of whom you speak” “oh please. I’m reminded all right. That’s actually all you guys end up doing her anyways. Reminding us of the presence of whom we speak in. your dick swinging ego coming in the way of your clarity at the expense of unbiased decisions.” “Maybe she truly has forgotten. Maybe she needs to be re- educated” another interjected

The older woman said. "...or dementia." I said. "No..no." The lady replied. "I've never heard that lack of air results in dementia." Then the single door in the room opened and the driver that had driven me to the tower, walked in with a bottle of schnapps in his hand. "Oh, there you are." He said as he burped, irritatingly. "Hi, do you know that leaving me in that goddamn limousine could have killed me?" I blurted out.

Quinn did and then he smiled again, pulling of a pair of reading glasses"your wife here is a case sturdy. she thinks undoubtedly that Adult Cain her patient is not dead although it seems that her memory itself is unstable. Mrs moorman, it's good to see you by the way." " don't be too thankful. "I said dryly" I don't want to talk about my sex life and how being a pedophile is changing my spiritual life drastically. and the joy of autoerotic adventurism. " Philbert and Quinn blushed " we are not that desperate."

Lucy's pov; In a bookstore where I was looking for a book related to my topic, I heard someone say, "Sharing a memory with someone from the past is really boring, isn't it?" When I turned to see who it was, Dean was talking to someone from a store near me. Another person replies, "Only if it's bad. Not all memories are bad. Some should be cherished..." I walked away from them and looked for the book in another section. Dean asked, "How could someone like Mr. Ackerman marry someone like you? Has he gone crazy or what?"

Mary was mentally unstable, but she didn't dare to show it; she could only pretend not to understand anything: "Old man, I heard Bucky say that you went to the hospital last night. Maddy was fine, it's just that she had crazy thoughts and did stupid things." Mr. Quitman waved his hand: "Let others listen to these excuses, you're right, I just went to the hospital last night, my body hasn't recovered yet, so don't talk nonsense, get straight to the point, be brief. My purpose today is very simple; I think anyone so smart can guess the reason I came here."