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

252. “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

253. “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

254. “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

255. “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

256. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

258. “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

259. “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

260. “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

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

— 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. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

269. “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

270. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

273. “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

274. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

277. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

279. “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

280. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

282. “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

283. “The newer plots, newer deaths, rimmed the edges of the graveyard, as if death rippled outward like a rock tossed in a lake.”

— Amy Harmon

284. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

285. “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

286. “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

287. “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

288. “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

289. “I’ve come to believe that home is not a place. Home is inside of us. Home is the people we love. Home is what we strive for.”

— Amy Harmon

290. “I wrapped my head in my arms, and let the torrent consume me. I had never let myself cry like this. I had feared that if I opened the floodgates I would drown. But as the waves crashed over me, I was not consumed, I was swept up, washed, my soul blanketed with blessed relief. Hope rose within me like a buoy. And with the hope, came peace. And the peace calmed the waters and quieted the storm, until I sat, spent, bled out, done.”

— Amy Harmon

291. “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

292. “Sometimes funny is all you’ve got.”

— Amy Harmon

293. “Because the beauty of the fall was worth the pain of landing.”

— Amy Harmon

294. “I wondered if weakness wasn’t just as dangerous. The weak allowed evil to flourish.”

— Amy Harmon

295. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

297. “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

298. “Hating never fixed anything. It seems simple, but most things are. We just complicate them. We spend our lives complicating what we would do better to accept. Because in acceptance, we put our energies into transcendence.”

— Amy Harmon

299. “I am more like my father than I thought. He wronged you, and I have wronged you. I have taken you from your home. I have used your gifts. I have taken your will and spent myself in your body. I have given you worry and fear and responsibility. I have taken. Endlessly. And you have given endlessly. I only wanted to save my country. I told myself, ‘I’m doing it for Jeru.’ That’s what my father always said when he did something terrible.”

— Amy Harmon

300. “She was quietly lovely, unassumingly pretty, completely unaware that at some point between awkwardness and adulthood she had grown so appealing. And because she was unaware, she became more appealing still.”

— Amy Harmon