Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “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

252. “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

253. “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

254. “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

255. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

257. “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

258. “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

259. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

262. “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

263. “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

264. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

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267. “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

268. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

270. “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

271. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

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

— Amy Harmon

275. “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

276. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

279. “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

280. “I was only limited by my ignorance, by my fear, and by my own sense of right and wrong.”

— Amy Harmon

281. “Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.”

— Amy Harmon

282. “Life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation.”

— Amy Harmon

283. “When one dreams terrible dreams, part of the unconscious mind reassures that wakefulness will summon reality and banish the nightmare.”

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284. “Slavery hasn’t ended, and women still have our place, and we’d best not venture out of it. Maybe it is because we are treasured, as John once said, but it is one thing to be treasured and it is another to be a treasure. One is valued, one is possessed, and people aren’t possessions.”

— Amy Harmon

285. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

288. “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

289. “I find men are more apt to let us play if they believe they will triumph.”

— Amy Harmon

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

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291. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

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294. “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

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

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296. “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

297. “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

298. “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

299. “The best thing about books is that you can start wherever you like. The pages are in order, but no one will know if you read the last one first.” He.”

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300. “The words had risen from his skin even when he wasn’t speaking, and I had called them to me, collecting them like falling leaves, pressing them between the heavy pages of my memory so I could keep them.”

— Amy Harmon