Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Because the beauty of the fall was worth the pain of landing.”

— Amy Harmon

252. “But whoever made this world understands beauty and love. All you have to do is look around to feel it. And I don’t think that ever ends. ‘Whatever God does, it is forever,’” I quoted. “I imagine death is like moving into a new season.”

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253. “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.”

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254. “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.”

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255. “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.”

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256. “I would have to keep reminding myself that her anger, though directed at me, was not my burden.”

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257. “Don’t revel in tragedy, Annie. Rejoice in love. And once you find it, don’t let it go.”

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

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

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260. “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.”

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

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262. “He thinks I have dementia. He doesn’t understand that I’m just old and rude.”

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263. “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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264. “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

265. “Sitting for hours at my writing desk was not conducive to good health, and I’d found if I forced myself to exercise, it aided me in my writing. I ran and forced myself to do push-ups to keep my arms from wasting away and my back from growing a hump. The sweat, the motion, and the music that blared in my ears all contributed to getting me out of my head for a blessed hour. It shook off the brain fog and got the synapses firing, and I’d made it part of my daily schedule in the last ten years.”

— Amy Harmon

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

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267. “And she signed them: Yours, Fern. Could you belong to someone who didn’t want you? Fern decided it was possible, because her heart was his, and whether or not he wanted it didn’t seem to make much difference.”

— Amy Harmon

268. “Everything was different enough that it took a moment to adjust but similar enough that I grew impatient with myself for the difficulty I was experiencing.”

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269. “Maybe I am one of the vanished,” I said. “The vanished?” Thomas asked. “We all vanish. Time takes us away, eventually.”

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270. “But whether or not they chose to take a step into the unknown, the unknown would still come, the yawning precipice would still swallow them whole, and life as they knew it would be over. And they had all become highly aware of the end.”

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271. “People liked religion but they didn’t want to have to exercise any faith. Religion was comforting with all its structure and its rules. It made people feel safe. But faith wasn’t safe. Faith was hard and uncomfortable and forced people to step out on a limb.”

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272. “I had a teacher who told me fiction is the future. Nonfiction is the past. One can be shaped and created. One cannot,” she said.”

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273. “Have you ever stared at a painting so long that the colors blur and you can’t tell what you’re looking at anymore? There’s no form, face, or shape–just color, just swirls of paint? I think people are like that. When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straight teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or the dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning.”

— Amy Harmon

274. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

275. “I wondered how he’d learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.”

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

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277. “But sometimes in my reading I would discover new insights or have seemingly profound thoughts that would change my way of thinking.”

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278. “We are all products of the places we are raised, the people who love us or have power over us, and the things we hear, over and over again, as we grow.”

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279. “I’m convinced everyone is a little vile, if they are honest about it. Vile and scared and human.”

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280. “I told you. You told me. Only the wind knows which truly comes first.”

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281. “When I touch you, I cease to be.”

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

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

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284. “But sand is my business. Sand, soda ash, and lime. Without sand, there wouldn’t be glass. My father named the company Ostrica – oyster – because the oyster takes the sand and makes it into something beautiful. Like we do. We take the sand and make it into glass.”

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285. “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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286. “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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287. “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.”

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288. “Go now and do no harm.”

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289. “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.”

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290. “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.”

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291. “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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292. “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.”

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293. “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!”

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294. “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.”

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295. “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.”

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

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297. “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.”

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298. “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.”

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299. “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.”

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

— Amy Harmon