Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Sand and ash. The ingredients of glass. Such beauty created from nothing. It had been something Babbo had marveled about and something she’d never understood. From sand and ash, rebirth. From sand and ash, new life. With every song and with every prayer, with every small rebellion, Eva felt reborn, renewed, and she vowed to press on. She vowed to push back, to make glass from the ashes, and that courage was a victory in itself. Eva.”

— Amy Harmon

102. “I struggled to find my words in all that black space. It took all my strength to keep my eyes from closing and the darkness from absorbing me. I had no hope. I felt no joy. I saw no future that didn’t fill me with anguish, so I didn’t think at all. I didn’t make words or cast spells. I just was. And that was all I could manage.”

— Amy Harmon

103. “But it is hope that will give you the desire to continue. You must resist it, that hopelessness. When God takes you, let Him take you. When He plucks you from this earthly coil, then you may rejoice. But as long as you draw breath, as long as your heart beats and the sun rises, you must stay in the fight.”

— Amy Harmon

104. “Whenever you start feeling trapped or helpless, just close your eyes, and you have more space than you’ll ever need.”

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105. “Only the wind knows which truly comes first.”

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106. “I want you too. So we’re even. Infinity plus one does equal two, see? Me and you.”

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107. “I can’t imagine all men love their women the way I love Anne. If they did, the streets would be empty, and the fields would grow fallow. Industry would rumble to a halt and markets would tumble as men bowed at the feet of their wives, unable to need or notice anything but her. If all men loved their wives the way I love Anne, we would be a useless lot. Or maybe the world would know peace. Maybe the wars would end, and the strife would cease as we centred our lives on loving and being loved.”

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108. “Life isn’t always easy and people can be cruel.”

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109. “There’s a lot I don’t understand... but not understanding is better than not believing.”

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110. “The most intimate thing we can do is to allow the people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect.”

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111. “God has given you one face and you make yourself another.” – Hamlet.”

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112. “If you kill me, you will lose your soul and your son to the sky,” I warned, my eyes straying briefly to his young son who met my gaze, his hands clinging to the mane of his enormous horse. “Kneel!”

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113. “I loved churches the way I loved cemeteries and books. All three were markers of humanity, of time, of life. I felt no censure or guilt, no heaviness or dread, inside religious walls.”

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114. “Camillo always say we are on earth to learn. I think I want to teach. I want to teach history so that the world does not have to repeat our mistakes.”

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115. “I wanted to bite him hard enough to express my frustration, yet sweetly enough that he’d let me do it again.”

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116. “Maybe people had no choice but I wonder sometimes what would have happened if everyone without a choice would have made a choice anyway. If we all chose not to participate. Not to be bullied. Not to take up arms. Not to persecute. What would happen then?”

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117. “But she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, and sometimes there is comfort in the knowledge that you don’t suffer alone, sad as that is.”

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118. “Some moments you don’t get back. You don’t want to spend a lifetime wondering about those moments you didn’t seize, about the things you should have done but were too scared to do.”

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119. “Any time you start feeling sorry for yourself or you go into a rant about how bad life sucks, you immediately have to name five greats.”

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120. “Everyone always talks about being color blind. And I get that. I do. But maybe instead of being color blind, we should celebrate color, in all its shades. It kind of bugs me that we’re supposed to ignore our differences like we don’t see them, when seeing them doesn’t have to be a negative.”

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121. “I clung to him like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. I hadn’t seen him for so many years, and so much had happened in my life since I had last seen his face, but at that moment I was thirteen again. Someone I had loved had returned, someone lost had come back to me, and I held him fiercely, with no intention of ever letting him go.”

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122. “People will talk, Anne. They’ll talk, and they’ll speculate about where you’ve been and what – and who – you’ve been doing it with. What they don’t know, they might fabricate. But in the end, none of that really matters.”

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123. “You make me feel safe, Fern. You make me forget. And when I kiss you I just want to keep kissing you. Everything else falls away.”

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124. “A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings. A story flawed and fractured, crazy and cracked, and most of all, a love story.”

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125. “I have all the power, but you will destroy me.”

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126. “Put your energy into rising above the things you can’t change, Naomi. Keep your mind right.”

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127. “This last year I’ve felt like one of those snowflakes we used to make in school. The ones where you fold the paper a certain way and then keep cutting and cutting until the paper is shredded. That’s what I look like, a paper snowflake. And each hole has a name. And nobody, not you, not me, can fill the holes that someone else has left. All we can do is keep each other from falling in the holes and never coming out again.”

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128. “None of us can help who we are. We are born into the world we are born into. The family. The skin. Nobody gets to choose those things. You can’t be mad at a man for who he is. Only what he is... and the choices he makes.”

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129. “My grandmother told me once that men may run the world, but women rule men.”

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130. “Love had not made them poor. Love had made them wealthy. In that moment, they were royalty, a king of fortune and a queen of destiny, embracing a tiny prince of peace.”

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131. “Every path is likely just a different version of hard.”

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132. “The hardest thing about life is knowing what matters and what doesn’t,” Winifred muses. “If nothing matters, then there’s no point. If everything matters, there’s no purpose. The trick is to find firm ground between the two ways of being.”

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133. “It is the suffering of love. Every parent feels it. It is the suffering of being unable to shield or save.”

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134. “I had wanted to disappear, if only so the cancer could disappear with me. But the stars whispered that there was no such thing. You don’t ever disappear. You just change. You leave. You move on. But you never disappear. Even when you think you want to.”

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135. “But it was a road I hadn’t built, and I’m convinced you can’t ever be completely happy walking on someone else’s road. Someone else’s path.”

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136. “Our friends shape the course of our lives. You have to choose them very carefully. But if you know who He is, then He will help you know who you are. And if you know who you are, you will know who your true friends are. One thing leads to another, you see.”

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137. “I fell in love with you in pieces. Layer by layer, day by day, inch by inch.”

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138. “How can you compromise with people who don’t want you to exist? They want us to disappear. I can’t adapt to death.”

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139. “The only thing that matters to me, the only thing in this whole world that truly scares me, is something happening to you. Do you know that? I think I could face anything, endure anything, if I knew for sure you were safe and well. I cannot serve the way I need to serve, I can’t be the kind of priest I need to be, and be full of fear. My faith is being drowned by my fear for you.”

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140. “I had never been to a rodeo before. I had no idea how crazy white people could be. Considering I had been abandoned by a white, crack addict mother, I should have known.”

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141. “For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand. – W. B. Yeats.”

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142. “We can’t escape ourselves, Tag. Here, there, half-way across the world, or in a psych ward in Salt Lake City. I’m Moses and you’re Tag. And that part never changes. So either we figure it out here or we figure it out there. But we still gotta deal. And death won’t change that.”

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143. “I need you, Fern. I’m not going to lie. I need you. But I don’t need you the same way Bailey did. I need you because it hurts when we’re apart. I need you because you make me hopeful. You make me happy.”

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144. “I’d been standing on a ledge... I couldn’t move forward or back. Couldn’t move to the left or the right. I couldn’t sleep or breathe too deeply for fear of falling. So I held perfectly still on my ledge, making no sudden moves. And in that stillness, I existed. I coped.”

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145. “But regardless of illness or weakness, if we don’t own our actions and don’t demand that others own theirs, then what’s the point? We might as well give up now. We have to expect better of ourselves. We have to.”

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146. “Don’t revel in tragedy, Annie. Rejoice in love. And once you find it, don’t let it go.”

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147. “That’s why I go to the gym. I want to look like Tag,” he.”

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148. “Be careful what you fear,” Ivo replied, grave. “We draw the attention of the fates when our fear grows too loud. The fates are cruel, and they will reward you with what you fear most.”

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149. “I’m convinced everyone is a little vile, if they are honest about it. Vile and scared and human.”

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150. “To read about King Arthur, who lived and died more than a thousand years before, was its own immortality, and for a boy who felt the sands of time slipping by in an endless countdown, immortality was an intoxicating concept. Bailey.”

— Amy Harmon