Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “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

202. “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

203. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

205. “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

206. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

208. “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

209. “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

210. “The world is alive with words. The animals, the trees, the grass, and the birds hum with their own words. “Life,” they say. “Air,” they breathe. “Heat,” they hum. The birds call “Fly, fly!” and the leaves wave them onward, uncurling as they whisper “grow, grow.”

— Amy Harmon

211. “We are more than just a collection of bones, cobbled together by God or by eons of evolution. We have souls. We have purpose. We’re more.”

— Amy Harmon

212. “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”

— Amy Harmon

213. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

215. “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

216. “When I struggled to get the words out, my grandfather would hand me a pen and paper. “If you can’t say them, write them. They last longer that way. Write all your words, Annie. Write them and give them somewhere to go.”

— Amy Harmon

217. “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

218. “I definitely wasn’t cold. I was liquid heat. I was terror and curiosity and denial disguised as indifference.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

220. “I need you, Fern. I’m not going to lie. I need you. But I don’t need you the same way Bailey did. I need you because it hurts when we’re apart. I need you because you make me hopeful. You make me happy.”

— Amy Harmon

221. “I’d been standing on a ledge... I couldn’t move forward or back. Couldn’t move to the left or the right. I couldn’t sleep or breathe too deeply for fear of falling. So I held perfectly still on my ledge, making no sudden moves. And in that stillness, I existed. I coped.”

— Amy Harmon

222. “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

223. “Georgia’s laugh, Georgia’s hair, Georgia’s kisses, Georgia’s wit, Georgia’s long, long legs.”

— Amy Harmon

224. “I fell in love with you in pieces. Layer by layer, day by day, inch by inch.”

— Amy Harmon

225. “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

226. “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

227. “A man is what he makes of himself. It is not something bestowed on him.”

— Amy Harmon

228. “People love babies, even sick babies. Even crack babies. But babies grow up to be kids. Nobody really wants messed up kids. And Moses was messed up.”

— Amy Harmon

229. “So our loyalty is to Ireland and Irishmen unless they disagree with us, then we mow them down? That’s not the way it’s supposed to work,” Thomas insisted, incredulous.”

— Amy Harmon

230. “Sometime we are given something so special, so wonderful, that one is enough.”

— Amy Harmon

231. “Idealism often rewrites history to suit her narrative.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

233. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

234. “Go left for a bit; go right for a bit more. Pull over and ask if you get lost, but you shouldn’t get lost because it’s not that far.”

— Amy Harmon

235. “You made me question what I thought I knew.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

237. “There were many times in our season of death when I sat upon my hill, surveyed the bit of the world I was allowed to see, and pleaded for God to rein fate in. Fate was cruel, but I did not believe God was. But fate was not done, and God did not stop her.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

239. “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

240. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

242. “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

243. “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

244. “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

245. “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

246. “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

247. “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

248. “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.”

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

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250. “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