Hello. I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader and quotes collector. As a hobby, I collect interesting quotes from the books that I read.
This post is a collection of 30 quotes from the book - Reminders of Him by Colleen Hoover. I hope you find these quotes useful.
Reminders of Him Quotes
I may not have killed him with my actions, but I definitely killed him with my inaction.
I take the responsibility of naming things very seriously.
Prison is really drab and colorless, and after a while, you start to forget what the trees look like in the fall.
Happiness isn’t some permanent thing we’re all trying to achieve in life, it’s merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are just substantial enough to keep us going.
When women say they’ve been to prison, people think trash, whore, addict, thief. But when men say they’ve been to prison, people add badges of honor to the negative thoughts, like trash, but badass, addict, but tough, thief, but impressive.
I’m around drunk people every night, and the more I’m around them, the less I want to be among them.
People say you fall in love, but fall is such a sad word when you think about it. Falls are never good. You fall on the ground, you fall behind, you fall to your death. Whoever was the first person to say they fell in love must have already fallen out of it. Otherwise, they’d have called it something much better.
Religion is a social construct created by societies who wanted to regulate their people.
People think women who go to prison have a certain look. That we’re a certain way. But we’re mothers, wives, daughters, humans. And all we want is to just catch one fucking break. Just one.
Some things can be forgiven, but sometimes an action is so painful the memory of it can still crush a person ten years down the road.
It shouldn’t matter if a mother isn’t perfect. It shouldn’t matter if she’s made one big, horrible mistake in the past, or a lot of little ones. If she wants to see her child, she should be allowed to see her, even if it’s just once.
We’re given these shitty circumstances and told by society that we, too, can live the American dream. But what they don’t tell us is that dreams almost never come true.
There’s something intimate about knowing what everyone in this town is buying for their kitchens. I feel like I can almost define a person based on their groceries. Single women buy a lot of healthy food. Single men buy a lot of steak and frozen dinners. Large families buy a lot of bulk meat and produce.
It’s really fucking lonely when the only friends you have are a teenager and a kitten.
It’s not that difficult to love a child you gave birth to, even if you’ve never laid eyes on them. But it’s extremely difficult to finally see what they look like and sound like and are like, and then be expected to just walk away from that.
People love a good rumor, and if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s being fodder for gossip.
If there’s nothing good going on in your life, almost every song becomes depressing, no matter what it’s about.
I survive on coffee. You don’t want to be around me if I haven’t had it.
I don’t want to waste a single second of the life I have left being scared of confrontation. My cowardice is a big part of why my life has turned out the way it has.
How many losses can one person take before they just throw in the fucking towel? Because it sure is starting to feel like I’m all out of wins, here.
It’s strange, being involved in every facet of another human being, and then suddenly not knowing anything. It’s also strange thinking you know someone but then later realizing maybe you didn’t know them at all.
We’re all just a bunch of sad people doing what we have to do to make it until tomorrow.
Grudges are heavy, but for the people hurting the most, I suppose forgiveness is even heavier.
Sometimes things seem good and perfect in the moment, but when you get hours of reflection afterward, the perfection can morph into something else.
No matter how much you love someone, you can still do despicable things to them.
It’s funny how life works out. I should be waking up in an oceanfront resort next to my brand-new wife, celebrating our honeymoon right now. Instead, I’m waking up on an inflatable mattress in a barren apartment, next to a woman I’ve spent so many years angry at. If someone would have showed me this moment in a crystal ball last year, I would have wondered what could possibly have happened that would cause me to make a string of horrible decisions.
There are people who find peace in forgiveness, and then there are others who look at forgiveness as a betrayal.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re all born with equal amounts of good and evil. What if no one person is more or less malevolent than another, and that we all just release our bad at different times, in different ways? Maybe some of us expel most of our bad behavior as toddlers, while some of us are absolute horrors during the teenage years. And then maybe there are those who expend very little malice until they’re adults, and even then, it just seeps out slowly. A little bit every day until we die.
Time, distance, and devastation allow people enough opportunity to craft villains out of people they don’t even know.
The best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can. And in the off chance that the people we lose are still somehow able to hear us, maybe we should never stop talking to them.