Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

152. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

154. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

156. “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

157. “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

158. “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

159. “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

160. “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

161. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

163. “You can’t build walls and then be mad when no one wants to climb over them.”

— Amy Harmon

164. “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

165. “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

166. “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

167. “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

168. “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

169. “No, stupid. Because he’s in love with me, and he tries to pretend every day like he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me,” I shot back.”

— Amy Harmon

170. “How can we ever learn to love each other if we don’t know each other’s stories?”

— Amy Harmon

171. “It was you who taught me that the only sacrifice with any power is the one that is willingly made.”

— Amy Harmon

172. “That was your second chance, and you repeated all your mistakes. You’ve shown your colors, and I don’t like the way you look in them. I don’t want you around.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— 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. “Sitting for hours at my writing desk was not conducive to good health, and I’d found if I forced myself to exercise, it aided me in my writing. I ran and forced myself to do push-ups to keep my arms from wasting away and my back from growing a hump. The sweat, the motion, and the music that blared in my ears all contributed to getting me out of my head for a blessed hour. It shook off the brain fog and got the synapses firing, and I’d made it part of my daily schedule in the last ten years.”

— Amy Harmon

176. “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

177. “So many opinions and so few solutions. And all the opinion in the world doesn’t change the past.”

— Amy Harmon

178. “Go now and do no harm.”

— Amy Harmon

179. “For the same reason He was born in a lowly manger, born to an oppressed people. If He had been beautiful or powerful, people would have followed him for that alone–they would have been drawn to him for all the wrong reasons.”

— Amy Harmon

180. “I was incredibly grateful for all my jagged pieces that kept him away.”

— Amy Harmon

181. “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

182. “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

183. “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

184. “Often-times, grass was more useful than gold. Man was more desirable than a beast. Chance was more seductive than knowledge, and eternal life was completely meaningless without love.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

187. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

189. “Every second I am a bird, I long to be a man. For you. For me. For the child I was so desperate to create. Not for Jeru. For us. You said I choose you because you are of use to me. And I did. But know this, Lark. 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

190. “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

191. “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

192. “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

193. “We are all products of the places we are raised, the people who love us or have power over us, and the things we hear, over and over again, as we grow.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

195. “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

196. “To sh-show you mercy now would be to sh-show no mercy to those you will p-prey upon next.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

198. “I keep thinking that maybe you and I could take a road trip and tell all the girls we meet along the way that we’re both vets. You’ve got a messed up face and my war wounds have put me in this chair. You think they’d believe it? Maybe then I could get some action. Problem is, how am I going to get a handful of tit if I can’t lift my arms?”

— Amy Harmon

199. “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

200. “Please, please, for the love of trolls and other blessed creatures, stop wandering around in the forest like yer a bat instead of a wee lady!”

— Amy Harmon