Best 75 of Dementia quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 14 Sep

Terry Pratchett

It is possible to live well with dementia and write best-sellers 'like wot I do.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Darrell Drake

There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who’ve unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike, returning periodically through life like an incurable disease.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Judy Cornish

Offering care means being a companion, not a superior. It doesn’t matter whether the person we are caring for is experiencing cancer, the flu, dementia, or grief. If you are a doctor or surgeon, your expertise and knowledge comes from a superior position. But when our role is to be providers of care, we should be there as equals.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

Violet unwrapped everything old as if it were a ribboned gift given to her by the Gods.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Barry Lyga

He easily gathered her in his arms; Gramma was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy - and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Suzka

In Dementialand I was able to see for miles without the yesterdays and tomorrows obstructing my view. It was difficult and so simple all at the same time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Peggi Speers

By loving you more, you love the person you are caring for more.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Barry Lyga

Psychologist: "This, ah, is a new sort of, ah, psychopathology that we're only now beginning to, ah, understand. These, ah, super-serial killers have no, ah, 'type' but, ah, rather consider everyone to be their 'type.'" Gramma: "Did you hear that? Your daddy's a superhero!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Darrell Drake

She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated and sealed with meticulous care which she would have enthusiastically opened with the mirth of one proclaiming a lifetime of honors and awards. But that singular event was freshly disturbed; its pores still drifted on the faint zephyr of remembrance.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Andrea Gillies

You only know yourself because of your memories.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. Bernlef

Foto's zien is iets anders dan foto's kijken,' zeg ik. 'Iedereen kan foto's kijken maar een foto zien betekent dat je hem kunt lezen. Aan de ene kant heb je mensen en hun culturele voortbrengselen, aan de andere kant heb je de natuur. Bomen, meren, wolkenluchten spreken op foto's een algemene voor iedereen verstaanbare taal. Buiten de tijd om als het ware. Mensen, bouwwerken, wegen en koffiebussen daarentegen kunnen alleen gelezen worden in een bepaalde context, in de tijd, worden gelezen. U kunt dat fotoalbum op tafel voor het grootste deel niet lezen omdat u de noodzakelijke achtergrondinformatie mist. U was er niet bij. U kunt zich er met andere woorden niets bij voorstellen omdat u zich niet herinneren kunt wat eens echt te zien was. Het is uw verleden niet.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Suzka

My mother made that dress. She’s somewhere in its unsettling pattern.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Judith Schalansky

Een geboorte of een huwelijk mag dan een belangrijke gebeurtenis zijn, maar het garandeert geen plaats in het geheugen.' De hersens, een zeef. 'Knoop dat in uw oren: niets is zeker. Zeker is niets.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

Violet screamed into her pillow so loudly she scared herself. Her head hurt. It was as if all her memories were trying to kick their way out. They were finished and wanted to leave.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

Violet wasn't sure what she was saying. Words fell out of her mouth with no mind and no malice.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Walter Mosley

My experience of people in dementia is that a lot of their personality, a lot of their knowledge, a lot of their experience is still there but there's not a direction connection that they can just reach out and get it and then bring it back.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Nancy L. Kriseman

Many caregivers share that they often feel alone, isolated, and unappreciated. Mindfulness can offer renewed hope for finding support and value for your role as a caregiver…It is an approach that everyone can use. It can help slow you down some so you can make the best possible decisions for your care recipient. It also helps bring more balance and ease while navigating the caregiving journey.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Peggi Speers

I love you but I got to love me more.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Suzka

She looked like some damn fool angel that didn't even know the name of God.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

There is magic just outside our memory.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Suzka

I saw my mother with eyes opened and not curtained by her motherhood or my ego.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Donoghue

My mother was wonderfully out about her dementia. She would sort of - she would say to me, I came out to the window cleaner about having dementia. You know, I love the way that verb for coming out of the closet has now become so socially useful for all sorts of situations, like when you need to explain to the window cleaner that you don't know if you paid him or not.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jonathan Miles

…wondering, not for the first time, if there was a kind of dark bliss built into dementia: an immunity from death and abandonment, a way of fixing a point in time so that nothing can change, nothing can be rewritten, no one can leave.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Shaun David Hutchinson

Age isn't stealing from my grandmother; it's slowly unwinding her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ezekiel Emanuel

An obvious example is not guaranteeing health services to patients with dementia.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susan Straley

A PET scan of his brain activity showed diminished capacity on the left side of his brain, hence, planning ahead, strategic thinking is harmed. A positive is that he is less critical of things. He has lost language and gained singing... THAT makes for more fun. What amazes me is that so many times he returns and talks and seems to think like he used to. His voice and laugh returns to normal. How can that be???

By Anonym 16 Sep

Suzka

Her memories got dizzy and fell out of her head.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Simon Callow

Shakespeare wrote all there is that we need to know about dementia in 'King Lear.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Daniel

[Memory]... is a system of near-infinite complexity, a system that seems designed for revision as much as for replication, and revision unquestionably occurs. Details from separate experiences weave together, so that the rememberer thinks of them as having happened together. The actual year or season or time of day shifts to a different one. Many details are lost, usually in ways that serve the self in its present situation, not the self of ten or twenty or forty years ago when the remembered event took place. And even the fresh memory, the 'original,' is not reliable in a documentary sense....Memory, in short, is not a record of the past but an evolving myth of understanding the psyche spins from its engagement with the world.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Katy Butler

When a fine old carpet is eaten by mice, the colors and patterns of what's left behind do not change,' wrote my neighbor and friend, the poet Jane Hirschfield, after she visited an old friend suffering from Alzheimer's disease in a nursing home. And so it was with my father. His mind did not melt evenly into undistinguishable lumps, like a dissolving sand castle. It was ravaged selectively, like Tintern Abbey, the Cistercian monastery in northern Wales suppressed in 1531 by King Henry VIII in his split with the Church of Rome. Tintern was turned over to a nobleman, its stained-glass windows smashed, its roof tiles taken up and relaid in village houses. Holy artifacts were sold to passing tourists. Religious statues turned up in nearby gardens. At least one interior wall was dismantled to build a pigsty. I've seen photographs of the remains that inspired Wordsworth: a Gothic skeleton, soaring and roofless, in a green hilly landscape. Grass grows in the transept. The vanished roof lets in light. The delicate stone tracery of its slim, arched quatrefoil windows opens onto green pastures where black-and-white cows graze. Its shape is beautiful, formal, and mysterious. After he developed dementia, my father was no longer useful to anybody. But in the shelter of his broken walls, my mother learned to balance her checkbook, and my heart melted and opened. Never would I wish upon my father the misery of his final years. But he was sacred in his ruin, and I took from it the shards that still sustain me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Suzka

So began a kind of magic in Dementialand that took place most nights after the day’s sun went down.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Dorothy Hampton Marcus

When I got off the train back home, I saw the WHITE and COLORED signs that had been there all along, as it it was the first time.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Nancy L. Kriseman

My caregiver mantra is to remember 'The only control you have is over the changes you choose to make.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lisa Genova

Her ability to use language, that thing that most separates humans from animals, was leaving her, and she was feeling less and less human as it departed. She's said a tearful good-bye to okay some time ago.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Vladimir Nabokov

Maud Shade was eighty when a sudden hush Fell on her life. We saw the angry flush And torsion of paralysis assail Her noble cheek. We moved her to Pinedale, Famed for its sanitarium. There she'd sit In the glassed sun and watch the fly that lit Upon her dress and then upon her wrist. Her mind kept fading in the growing mist. She still could speak. She paused, and groped, and found What seemed at first a serviceable sound, But from adjacent cells impostors took The place of words she needed, and her look Spelt imploration as she fought in vain To reason with the monsters in her brain.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Linda De Quincey

Shut your mouth - there's a bus coming.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

There were thousands of secrets hidden in her purse, secrets and memories that took her elsewhere. She held onto them tightly and kept them to herself. Even God did not know of them.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

Violet kept her visits private and never told me where she went. I really never asked. I believed the dementias gave her special powers.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Peggi Speers

I believe that most caregivers find that they inherit a situation where they just kind of move into caregiving. It's not a conscious decision for most caregivers, and they are ultimately left with the responsibility of working while still trying to be the caregiver, the provider, and the nurturer.- Sharon Law Tucker

By Anonym 18 Sep

Louise Penny

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lisa Genova

And while a bald head and a looped ribbon were seen as badges of courage and hope, her reluctant vocabulary and vanishing memories advertised mental instability and impending insanity. Those with cancer could expect to be supported by their community. Alice expected to be an outcast.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Peggi Speer

Never give up hope. If you do, you'll be dead already.-- Dementia Patient Rose in The Inspired Caregiver

By Anonym 15 Sep

Bob Demarco

When you objectify a person living with dementia, you dehumanize them. Once dehumanized, the person becomes a villain.

By Anonym 18 Sep

S. K. Kalsi

The evening's light, silvery, casts its dull brightness onto the trees--trees gelid in this blue light of winter. But whiteness dominates with the pines and evergreens steeped in vibrant grades of silver. I hear notes in the mist, like silvery chattering, coins in a pocket, the jangle of keys. Pg 217

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lisa Genova

She almost thought she'd said the words aloud, but she hadn't. They remained trapped in her head, but not because they were barricaded by plaques and tangles. She just couldn't say them aloud

By Anonym 20 Sep

T. A. Sorensen

You will never experience personal growth, if you fear taking chances. And, you will never become successful, if you operate without integrity.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Suzka

My mother had a way of accessing the energy of the people around her. There was no need to know their name, who they were or how she knew them. She didn’t recognize their surface. She went much deeper.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Suzka

The lady roommate said very little and chopped off the better parts of her story.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Suzka

Violet believed that Jewish people made good doctors and lawyers, a thought that came to the front of her head suggesting she might need one.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Janet Turpin Myers

Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.