Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

152. “Do you know what I believe in, Angelo? I believe in my family. I believe in my father. I believe in Santino and Fabia. And I believe in you. The people I love most in the world. Love is the only thing I believe in.”

— Amy Harmon

153. “In music, there is no bondage. Music is a door, and the soul escapes through the melody.”

— Amy Harmon

154. “That’s what hope feels like: the best air you’ve ever breathed after the worst fall you’ve ever taken. It hurts.”

— Amy Harmon

155. “I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.”

— Amy Harmon

156. “I’ve often wondered whether the Irish would be who we are if the English would have simply been more humane. If they would have been reasonable. If they would have allowed us to prosper. We were stripped of every right and schooled only in derision. They treated us like animals, and yet we didn’t yield.”

— Amy Harmon

157. “No matter what you choose, you’re gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different. I didn’t necessarily choose wrong. I just chose. And I lived with my choice, aftertaste and all.”

— Amy Harmon

158. “His pulse pounded, and his body raged, wanting to succumb, to give her passion instead of patience, lust instead of longsuffering. But the anguish of adoration would heal them – he believed that –.”

— Amy Harmon

159. “You don’t ever disappear. You just change. You leave. You move on. But you never disappear. Even when you think you want to.”

— Amy Harmon

160. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

161. “Our immortality comes through our children and their children. Through our roots and branches. The family is immortality. And Hitler has destroyed not just branches and roots, but entire family trees, forests. All of them, gone.”

— Amy Harmon

162. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

163. “Human beings are not designed to be alone. Our creator gave us smooth, sensitive skin that craves the warmth of other skin. Our arms seek to hold. Our hands yearn to touch. We are drawn to companionship and affection out of an innate need.”

— Amy Harmon

164. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

165. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

166. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

168. “Looks don’t matter at all if your hearts are the same,” I declared, hoping it was true.”

— Amy Harmon

169. “You can’t see a song. You feel a song, you hear a song, you move to it. Just like I can’t see you, but I feel you, and I move toward you. When you’re with me, I feel like I glimpse a David nobody else knows is there. It’s the Song of David, and nobody else can hear it but me.”

— Amy Harmon

170. “That’s what marriage is. It’s shelter. It’s sustenance. It’s warmth. It’s finding rest in each other. It’s telling someone, You matter most. That’s what Naomi wants from you. And that’s what she wants to give you.”

— Amy Harmon

171. “Gratitude works best when you’re the one feeling it.”

— Amy Harmon

172. “I laugh at her pretty words so that I don’t feel them.”

— Amy Harmon

173. “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

174. “Two separate branches had grown out of two different trees that had been growing side by side, and the branches had overlapped, wrapping around the other, the smaller branches tangling and intertwining. The branch from one tree had been damaged and was split at its base.”

— Amy Harmon

175. “The things that are meant to be are the things we can’t control, the things we don’t cause, the things that happen regardless of who or what we are. Like sunsets and snow-fall and natural disasters. I’ve never believed hardship or suffering was meant to be.”

— Amy Harmon

176. “A rejected infant will often die, even if its basic needs are met. A rejected child will spend his whole life trying to please everyone else, and never please himself. A rejected woman will often cheat, just to feel desirable. A rejected man will rarely try again, no matter how lonely he is. A rejected people will convince themselves they deserve it, if only to make sense of a senseless world. I’m.”

— Amy Harmon

177. “I would remember how I had wanted her and hated her and wished she would leave me alone and never let me go. And I would miss her.”

— Amy Harmon

178. “Regret is just life’s aftertaste. No matter what you choose, you’re gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different.”

— Amy Harmon

179. “Sasha of Kilmorda, of Solemn, of Enoch, of the plains of Janda, of every place in between, will you be Sasha of Jeru?” “Sasha of Kjell?” she asked. “Sasha of Kjell,” he answered. “I am yours, remember?” she reminded him, as if she’d already said yes a thousand times. “And I am yours,” he whispered.”

— Amy Harmon

180. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

181. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

183. “Ah, do not mourn,” he said, “That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.”

— Amy Harmon

184. “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?”

— Amy Harmon

185. “It’s worth it, you know. What is, Jennie? The pain. It’s worth it. The more you love, the more it hurts. But it’s worth it. It’s the only thing that is.”

— Amy Harmon

186. “We are at war. War has a way of stripping us of perspective. War is about life and death, and it paints everything in shades of now or never.”

— Amy Harmon

187. “If a man can’t protect and provide it’ll make him mean or it’ll drive him crazy.”

— Amy Harmon

188. “And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it.”

— Amy Harmon

189. “That crazed girl improvising her music, Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling she knew not where. – W. B. Yeats.”

— Amy Harmon

190. “I was spent without compromise, sated without sacrifice, completely and totally head-over-heels in love. And it was delicious.”

— Amy Harmon

191. “It is one thing to kill someone. It is another to degrade and humiliate, to strip away a person’s dignity like stripping away flesh. One made a man a murderer. The other made him a monster.”

— Amy Harmon

192. “Ma says the things we fear most tend to find us.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

194. “An education was about more than reading and arithmetic. It was about wonder too, and becoming able and useful people.”

— Amy Harmon

195. “The longer he remained on this earth, the more he was sure that mankind had no clue about God or heaven. Not when they used him as an excuse to kill, to punish, to discriminate.”

— Amy Harmon

196. “Oh, Bonny. That’s funny. That’s a funny one. ‘I want the world to accept her,’” he said, pitching his voice a little higher, mimicking me. “Well go on then, woman. Go chase acceptance. When you find it, let me know. ‘Cause there’s a few African folk who’d really like to know where it is.”

— Amy Harmon

197. “Normal was so lost to me that I didn’t even know where to look for it.”

— Amy Harmon

198. “Words can be terrible when the truth is unwelcome.”

— Amy Harmon

199. “I didn’t cry easily. It was a badge of honor, of toughness. I was a slip of a girl, a woman with little to offer and nothing to say, but I had my dignity, and tears were undignified.”

— Amy Harmon

200. “Are you angry with the bird because he can fly, or angry with the horse for her beauty, or angry with the bear because he has fearsome teeth and claws? Because he’s bigger than you are? Stronger too? Destroying all the things you hate won’t change any of that. You still won’t be a bear or a bird or a horse. Hating men won’t make you a man. Hating your womb or your breasts or your own weakness won’t make those things go away. Hating never fixed anything.”

— Amy Harmon