Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “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

252. “We don’t get to choose when we go or how we go. None of us do.”

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253. “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.”

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254. “Thomas asked if I would entertain his guests with the story of the holy birth and light the candles in the ballroom windows. The candles were a tradition, a signal to Mary and Joseph that there was room for them inside. In Penal times, when priests were forbidden to perform Mass, the candle in the window was a symbol of the believer, a sign that the inhabitants of the house would also welcome the priests.”

— Amy Harmon

255. “I am not good.” He felt like weeping. He was not good. He was not generous. He was not courageous or compassionate. He simply loved her. And love made him a better man. That was all.”

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256. “To love was to be at the mercy of someone else. To love was to be controlled.”

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257. “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.”

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258. “I’m a very ordinary girl, Moses. I know that I am. And I always will be. I can’t paint. I don’t know who Vermeer is, or Manet for that matter. But if you think ordinary can be beautiful, that gives me hope. And maybe sometime you’ll think about me when you need an escape from the hurt in your head.”

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259. “Our immortality comes through our children and their children. Through our roots and branches. The family is immortality. And Hitler has destroyed not just branches and roots, but entire family trees, forests. All of them, gone.”

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260. “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.”

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

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

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

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264. “The ability to devastate. Maybe that’s how we know we’ve lived. How we know we’ve truly loved.”

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265. “Was I changing history, or had I always been part of it?”

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266. “The nuns complained that religion was not a buffet from which I could select only certain dishes. I politely smiled and quietly disagreed. Life, religion, and learning were exactly that. A series of choices. If I had tried to consume everything that was presented to me all at once, I would have become too full too quickly, and all the flavors would have run together. Nothing would have made any sense in and of itself.”

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267. “Rita has spent her whole life being chased by boys. Because of that, she never had a chance to stop running long enough to figure out who she was and what kind of guy she should let catch her.”

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268. “How can we ever learn to love each other if we don’t know each other’s stories?”

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269. “It’s worth it, you know. What is, Jennie? The pain. It’s worth it. The more you love, the more it hurts. But it’s worth it. It’s the only thing that is.”

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270. “I imagined the crack baby, Moses, having a giant crack that ran down his body, like he’d been broken at birth.”

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271. “Looks don’t matter at all if your hearts are the same,” I declared, hoping it was true.”

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272. “I don’t think we get answers to every question. We don’t get all the whys. But I think when we look back to the end of our lives, if we do the best we can, and we will see that the things we begged God to take from us, the things we cursed him for, the things that made us turn our backs on him, are the things that were the biggest blessings, the biggest opportunities for growth.”

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273. “The dead weren’t angry or lost. They knew exactly what was up. It was the living that didn’t have a clue.”

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274. “People who are afraid of the truth never find it.”

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275. “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.”

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276. “You were not supposed to love me, Lark. I did not set out to make you love me. And I was not supposed to love you. But I do. And it is terrible.”

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

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

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279. “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.”

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280. “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.”

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281. “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.”

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

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

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284. “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.”

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

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286. “You may not be a work of art, but you are definitely a piece of work.”

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287. “I joined him, laughing because we had looked death in the face and lived to tell about it, laughing because I didn’t want to cry.”

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288. “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.”

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

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290. “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.”

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

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

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293. “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.”

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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.”

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295. “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.”

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296. “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.”

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

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298. “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.”

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299. “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?”

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300. “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.”

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