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

252. “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

253. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

255. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

256. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

259. “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

260. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

263. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

264. “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

265. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

269. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

270. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

272. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

276. “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

277. “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

278. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

281. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

283. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

286. “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

287. “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

288. “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

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

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290. “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

291. “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

292. “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

293. “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

294. “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

295. “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

296. “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

297. “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

298. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon