Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Normal was so lost to me that I didn’t even know where to look for it.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

203. “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

204. “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

205. “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

206. “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

207. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

209. “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

210. “If I were to paint you, I would use every color.”

— Amy Harmon

211. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

212. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

214. “But the wind and water know all the earth’s secrets. They’ve seen and heard all that has ever been said or done. And if you listen, they will tell you all the stories and sing every song. The stories of everyone who has ever lived. Millions and millions of lives. Millions and millions of stories.”

— Amy Harmon

215. “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

216. “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

217. “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

218. “I am yours, Bayr. Always. My heart is yours. My spirit is yours, and even when I’m dead, I will refuse Valhalla, and I will follow at your heels, watching over you.”

— Amy Harmon

219. “To heal with herbs and soothe with my touch. I learned wisdom and wariness, and I learned to patiently accept and quietly wait.”

— Amy Harmon

220. “There were no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds, If all roads were blind, They wouldn’t give up ’til they died.”

— Amy Harmon

221. “It’s not just about what’s there, but what isn’t .”

— Amy Harmon

222. “I would but find what’s there to find, Love or deceit. It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what’s behind. – W. B. Yeats.”

— Amy Harmon

223. “She was quietly lovely, unassumingly pretty, completely unaware that at some point between awkwardness and adulthood she had grown so appealing. And because she was unaware, she became more appealing still.”

— Amy Harmon

224. “Hating never fixed anything. It seems simple, but most things are. We just complicate them. We spend our lives complicating what we would do better to accept. Because in acceptance, we put our energies into transcendence.”

— Amy Harmon

225. “I am more like my father than I thought. He wronged you, and I have wronged you. I have taken you from your home. I have used your gifts. I have taken your will and spent myself in your body. I have given you worry and fear and responsibility. I have taken. Endlessly. And you have given endlessly. I only wanted to save my country. I told myself, ‘I’m doing it for Jeru.’ That’s what my father always said when he did something terrible.”

— Amy Harmon

226. “It is one thing to fight for freedom; it is another to condemn the innocent to die in your war.”

— Amy Harmon

227. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

229. “In the light everything is obvious. There are no secrets. You simply have to look in order to see.”

— Amy Harmon

230. “He thinks I have dementia. He doesn’t understand that I’m just old and rude.”

— Amy Harmon

231. “He would be the character that grew on the reader, making them love him simply because he was good. Decent. Dependable.”

— Amy Harmon

232. “Ambrose loved the way Fern looked. But he wondered suddenly if he loved the way she looked because he loved the way she laughed, the way she danced, the way she floated on her back and made philosophical statements about the clouds. He knew he loved her selflessness and her humor and her sincerity. And those things made her beautiful to him.”

— Amy Harmon

233. “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

234. “I had a teacher who told me fiction is the future. Nonfiction is the past. One can be shaped and created. One cannot,” she said.”

— Amy Harmon

235. “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

236. “Have you ever stared at a painting so long that the colors blur and you can’t tell what you’re looking at anymore? There’s no form, face, or shape–just color, just swirls of paint? I think people are like that. When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straight teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or the dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning.”

— Amy Harmon

237. “And she signed them: Yours, Fern. Could you belong to someone who didn’t want you? Fern decided it was possible, because her heart was his, and whether or not he wanted it didn’t seem to make much difference.”

— Amy Harmon

238. “Everything was different enough that it took a moment to adjust but similar enough that I grew impatient with myself for the difficulty I was experiencing.”

— Amy Harmon

239. “Maybe I am one of the vanished,” I said. “The vanished?” Thomas asked. “We all vanish. Time takes us away, eventually.”

— Amy Harmon

240. “I have no pride left, Ambrose! Bailey said. No pride. But it was my pride or my life. I had to choose. So do you. You can have your pride and sit here and make cupcakes and get old and fat and nobody will give a damn after a while. Or you can trade that pride in for a little humility and take your life back.”

— Amy Harmon

241. “I wondered how he’d learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.”

— Amy Harmon

242. “They moved silently in each other’s orbits, solitary planets in a lonely galaxy.”

— Amy Harmon

243. “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

244. “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

245. “When I touch you, I cease to be.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

247. “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

248. “Time was the one thing I wanted and the one thing no one could give me.”

— Amy Harmon

249. “But sand is my business. Sand, soda ash, and lime. Without sand, there wouldn’t be glass. My father named the company Ostrica – oyster – because the oyster takes the sand and makes it into something beautiful. Like we do. We take the sand and make it into glass.”

— Amy Harmon

250. “Go now and do no harm.”

— Amy Harmon