Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Millie told me once that the ability to devastate is what makes a song beautiful. Maybe that’s what makes life beautiful too. The ability to devastate. Maybe that’s how we know we’ve lived. How we know we’ve truly loved.”

— Amy Harmon

252. “Normal was so lost to me that I didn’t even know where to look for it.”

— Amy Harmon

253. “I didn’t want to be taken care of. I wanted to run away from all the men who sought dominion over me, who thought they could own me, imprison me, use me, cut me.”

— Amy Harmon

254. “See? The moment you quit chasing him, that’s when he wants you. He looks jealous. He thinks he’s been replaced.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

257. “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

258. “But there, in a little boat in Venice, as I watched the sun set – a fiery, hellish, red ball turning the water and sky into shades of heaven – my eyes had filled up with tears at the violent beauty of it all. In that moment, I realized I wanted to live again. For the first time in a long time, I was glad to be alive.”

— Amy Harmon

259. “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

260. “His voice was so flat I could have built a wall on it.”

— Amy Harmon

261. “I couldn’t decide if I loved the paintings or hated them.”

— Amy Harmon

262. “Death had taken his smirk and his scowl. He was gray-faced and gutted, and I crouched beside him for a moment, unable to comprehend the reality of it all. The birds warbled above me and the sky was blue. That death could exist on a beautiful day was inconceivable to me.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

264. “Those are my five greats for Georgia today. Those were my five greats yesterday and they will be tomorrow and the next day, until your kisses get old. Then I’ll have to think of something else.”

— Amy Harmon

265. “I loved churches the way I loved cemeteries and books. All three were markers of humanity, of time, of life.”

— Amy Harmon

266. “Falling is easier if you don’t fight it.”

— Amy Harmon

267. “If she looks like you, everyone will know you’re her dad,” Henry said, his voice perfectly level, his eyes solemn. “And that will make her happy.”

— Amy Harmon

268. “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. I’ve never believed relationships were meant to be. We choose. In large part, we choose. We create, we make mistakes, we burn bridges, we build new ones.”

— Amy Harmon

269. “She did not fear death, so she knew death would not come. Fear was like that. Fear called out to fate, and fate always answered.”

— Amy Harmon

270. “I can’t heal what isn’t broken.”

— Amy Harmon

271. “Many wonder what it is all for. I wonder what it is all for. And yet that truth, the truth of the ages, is that it is not for ourselves that we act. It is not our lives we are building, but the lives of generations that will come.”

— Amy Harmon

272. “I had enough money to comfortably last a lifetime. I had respect. Acclaim. My publicist would worry. My editor would fret. My agent might even grieve. Would anyone else?”

— Amy Harmon

273. “The pain in my chest was a physical thing, biting and twisting, and I bore down to combat it, to extinguish it, but it grew like Medusa’s hair, the writhing tendrils slipping up and out of my eyes in hot, wet rivulets.”

— Amy Harmon

274. “The one thing my mother gave me was my name. She made me proud of my name. She made me proud of what I came from and who I was. Yet I have spent so many years hiding from my name.” I rubbed my chest, battling the sentiment that surged there. “It was Deborah Samson who marched and bled and starved and served. Me. But Deborah Samson is still an object of scorn and speculation when anyone thinks of me at all. And I have allowed myself to be by staying silent.”

— Amy Harmon

275. “But I look back on the days when he was a newborn babe, when I had to hold him all night to keep him from crying, and I long for that time. There will never be a night like that again.”

— Amy Harmon

276. “I had never been embraced. Not once in my memory had I been cradled in another’s arms, but John Paterson clutched me to his heart like the prodigal son come home.”

— Amy Harmon

277. “With the heat billowing out around us and inside us, the lights of the dash our only stars, Finn let his hands slide over me, breathing life into me, letting his colors flow through me, his mouth call out to me. And I met him at the door.”

— Amy Harmon

278. “They can take our homes, our possessions. Our families. Our lives. They can drive us out, like they’ve driven us out before. They can humiliate us and dehumanize us. But they cannot take our thoughts. They cannot take our talents. They cannot take our knowledge, or our memories, or our minds. In music there is no bondage. Music is a door, and the soul escapes through the melody.”

— Amy Harmon

279. “My brain might be cracked, but it’s not just my brain. The sky is cracked too, and I can sometimes see what’s on the other side.”

— Amy Harmon

280. “Kjell is right. You are a dangerous little bird. But I think I will keep you.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

282. “He told me everything would be okay because the wind already knows,” I whispered.”

— Amy Harmon

283. “I didn’t like pictures. Pictures rarely told the truth. They were like gold lacquer over Styrofoam, making things seem shiny and bright, disguising the fragility beneath. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it still wasn’t worth a whole hell of a lot.”

— Amy Harmon

284. “Music is ’that by which I live.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

288. “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

289. “I’ve often thought that beauty can be a deterrent to love,” Fern’s father mused. “Why?” “Because sometimes we fall in love with a face and not what’s behind it.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

291. “It is as if we always were and always will be, as though our love and our lives sprang from the same source and will return to that source in the end, intertwined and indistinguishable. We are ancient. Prehistoric and predestined.”

— Amy Harmon

292. “You are kind,” she said softly. “I am not kind,” Kjell scoffed. “And you are good,” she added. “I am not good!” he laughed. “I have never known a man like you.” “You were a slave in Quondoon! The men you knew were not trying to impress you.” “Neither are you, Captain. Yet I am still impressed.” “Then you have a lot to learn.” She.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

294. “There will be a battle, and you will need to protect your heart.”

— Amy Harmon

295. “I cornered him a few nights after the stampede and made sure he knew that little boys who liked rope got sliced up by men who liked knives.”

— Amy Harmon

296. “Someday, I would be the one to leave.”

— Amy Harmon

297. “Your hate will only harm you,” he said. “Just.”

— Amy Harmon

298. “God wants us to receive everything that life was meant to teach. Then we take what we’ve learned, and it becomes our offering to God and to mankind.”

— Amy Harmon

299. “Every day it’s another terrible story, another unforgiveable event. The whole country is under immense strain, yet there is an odd hopefulness mixed with the fear.”

— Amy Harmon

300. “But “normal” changed, and though I was the first female schoolteacher in Middleborough, I doubted I would be the last. It only took one person to climb a mountain or reach a summit before others followed and sought new heights.”

— Amy Harmon