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

252. “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

253. “It is one thing to fight for freedom; it is another to condemn the innocent to die in your war.”

— Amy Harmon

254. “But regardless of illness or weakness, if we don’t own our actions and don’t demand that others own theirs, then what’s the point? We might as well give up now. We have to expect better of ourselves. We have to.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

259. “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

260. “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

261. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

262. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

263. “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

264. “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

265. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

267. “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

268. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

270. “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

271. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

274. “Sasha of Kilmorda, of Solemn, of Enoch, of the plains of Janda, of every place in between, will you be Sasha of Jeru?” “Sasha of Kjell?” she asked. “Sasha of Kjell,” he answered. “I am yours, remember?” she reminded him, as if she’d already said yes a thousand times. “And I am yours,” he whispered.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

276. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

277. “Go now and do no harm.”

— Amy Harmon

278. “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

279. “Many will seek to tell me what God’s will is. But nobody knows. Not really. Because God is quiet. Always. He is quiet, and my anguish is so intense, so incredibly loud, that right now I can only do my will and hope that somehow, it aligns with his.”

— Amy Harmon

280. “But he says the wind is a gossipy wench, and if you don’t want anyone knowing your secrets, you’re better off telling a rock.”

— Amy Harmon

281. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

283. “Forgiveness is usually easier than permission.”

— Amy Harmon

284. “Words are like souls. Soundless, even shapeless. But full of substance.”

— Amy Harmon

285. “I saw you,” she whispered, her body quaking and her fingers caressing his face. Kjell leaned in, filling his hands with her hair and his mouth with her kiss. “I saw you,” he said against her lips. “And I never looked away.”

— Amy Harmon

286. “You are a tiny, worker ant. You never stop. Never take a break. You work harder than anyone I know. And you carry everyone else’s weight. You always have. But you can’t be strong all the time. I forget that too.”

— Amy Harmon

287. “I hold the world but as the world, a stage where every man must play a part. And mine is a sad one,’” I quoted. How often had I pondered that line? My mother looked up at me, her head cocked quizzically. “Every part is a sad one, Deborah. And rarely one of our choosing.” I could not argue with that.”

— Amy Harmon

288. “We spend our lives complicating what we would do better to accept. Because in acceptance, we put our energies into transcendence.”

— Amy Harmon

289. “I’d heard once that our view of God has everything to do with those who taught us about Him. Our image of Him often reflected our image of them. Eoin taught me about God, and because I loved and cherished Eoin, I loved and cherished God.”

— Amy Harmon

290. “Words managed to find me, whether I wanted to hear them or not.”

— Amy Harmon

291. “Think of me when we part, I’ll send you with my heart. Keep it tucked next to yours, ‘Til you return once more.”

— Amy Harmon

292. “I love Ma an awful lot, but loving Ma is kinda like loving God. She’s not really a person.”

— Amy Harmon

293. “I missed him with an intensity that made his absence painful and his return a celebration. In the dark or the light, in the great hall or in our bedchamber, he was gruff but gentle, arrogant yet attentive, and he made love with a ferocity and focus that made it impossible not to bend myself to his will, even as I found ways to challenge and defy him.”

— Amy Harmon

294. “Any mother could tell you that a child invades her space from the moment of conception. And for years after, space does not exist. It was one of the things I had missed. I’d even yearned for it. And then Eli died, and I had all the space I had thought I wanted. Not just a little space. Outer space. Galaxies. And I’d floated in it in agony, longing for the days when there had been no such thing.”

— Amy Harmon

295. “Statistically, athletes with solid family units have better stamina, more purpose, better mental health, and overall improved performance than athletes who are either divorced or unmarried.”

— Amy Harmon

296. “If spite was the only weapon at my disposal, I would continue to wield it.”

— Amy Harmon

297. “But ideas are easy. Dreams are even easier. They don’t require application.”

— Amy Harmon

298. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

300. “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