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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

154. “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

155. “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

156. “You can run, hide, or die. But wherever you go, there you’ll be.”

— Amy Harmon

157. “Like a shoe that has lost its mate is never worn again, I had lost my matching part and didn’t know how to run barefoot.”

— Amy Harmon

158. “If I didn’t look too closely, I wouldn’t see that Tiras wasn’t there. If I didn’t breathe too deeply, I wouldn’t feel the hollow echo in my empty chest. If I didn’t move too quickly, I wouldn’t reach any painful conclusions. And if I didn’t listen, I wouldn’t hear the silence he always left behind.”

— Amy Harmon

159. “To love was to be at the mercy of someone else. To love was to be controlled.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

161. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

162. “Time softens memories, sanding down the rough edges of death.”

— Amy Harmon

163. “There are some paths that inevitably lead to heartache, some acts that steal men’s souls, leaving them wandering forever after without them, trying to find what they lost. There are too many lost souls in Ireland because of politics. I’m going to hold on to what’s left of mine.”

— Amy Harmon

164. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

166. “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

167. “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

168. “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

169. “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

170. “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

171. “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

172. “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

173. “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

174. “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

175. “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!”

— Amy Harmon

176. “I did not fear death, oddly enough. I almost expected it. But I did not want to kill. And for the first time, it occurred to me that killing was what I’d signed up to do.”

— Amy Harmon

177. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

— Amy Harmon

178. “You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love.”

— Amy Harmon

179. “Only God decides when and how the reaping comes. That has nothing to do with us. We worry about what we’re sowing.”

— Amy Harmon

180. “He might be the easiest man in the universe to love, because he expects so little. He expects nothing and is grateful for everything. With a man like that, how could you worry about being enough?”

— Amy Harmon

181. “Life is like a long note; it persists without variance, without wavering. There is no cessation in sound or pause in tempo. It continues on, and we must master it or it will master us.”

— Amy Harmon

182. “When you are old and grey and full of sleep,” he repeated over the chuckling, “and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; how many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.”

— Amy Harmon

183. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

184. “And you’re a sweet Georgia peach with fuzzy pink skin, and I’m not biting.”

— Amy Harmon

185. “When you realize there’s so much you can’t control, you get pretty stingy with what you can.”

— Amy Harmon

186. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

187. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

188. “You are easy to overlook. Slim and pale and so quiet. But now that I’ve studied your soft grey eyes and traced the fine bones of your face, now that I’ve kissed your pale pink mouth, I don’t want to look anywhere else. My gaze is continually drawn back to you.”

— Amy Harmon

189. “My eyes were heavy, and my awareness hung on by the thinnest of threads, but I thought I heard him mutter. “I think I will keep you.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

191. “Put your energy into rising above the things you can’t change, Naomi. Keep your mind right. And everything will work out for the best.”

— Amy Harmon

192. “I was taught to love Ireland, but love should not be this hard. Duty, yes. But not love. Maybe that’s my answer. A man won’t suffer or sacrifice for something he doesn’t love. In the end, I suppose it all amounts to what we love the most.”

— Amy Harmon

193. “Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”

— Amy Harmon

194. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

197. “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

198. “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

199. “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

200. “I kind of prefer being by myself, but I can’t expect anyone to want to get to know me if I purposely keep myself separated.” I paused as his face remained stony. “Mrs. Grimaldi says you can’t build walls and then be mad when no one wants to climb over them.”

— Amy Harmon