Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

— Amy Harmon

202. “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

203. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

205. “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

206. “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

207. “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

208. “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

209. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

212. “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

213. “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

214. “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

215. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

218. “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

219. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

222. “Energy isn’t really created or destroyed, it’s simply redirected.”

— Amy Harmon

223. “Yeah. You were too little I guess. Hondo was a good horse. Grandpa loved him as much as you love Sackett.”

— Amy Harmon

224. “In a way, he radicalized me too, if faith can be called radical. I’ve come to think it might be the most rebellious thing of all.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

226. “A man won’t suffer or sacrifice for something he doesn’t love.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

228. “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

229. “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

230. “People liked religion but they didn’t want to have to exercise any faith. Religion was comforting with all its structure and its rules. It made people feel safe. But faith wasn’t safe. Faith was hard and uncomfortable and forced people to step out on a limb.”

— Amy Harmon

231. “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

232. “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

233. “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

234. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

236. “But whether or not they chose to take a step into the unknown, the unknown would still come, the yawning precipice would still swallow them whole, and life as they knew it would be over. And they had all become highly aware of the end.”

— Amy Harmon

237. “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

238. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

240. “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

241. “We never saw what was obvious until we were hit over the head with it.”

— Amy Harmon

242. “But sometimes in my reading I would discover new insights or have seemingly profound thoughts that would change my way of thinking.”

— Amy Harmon

243. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

246. “I told you. You told me. Only the wind knows which truly comes first.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

248. “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

249. “Go now and do no harm.”

— Amy Harmon

250. “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