Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Music is ’that by which I live.”

— Amy Harmon

302. “It was both manic and mesmerizing, it was controlled chaos and detailed dementia.”

— Amy Harmon

303. “On the inside I would still be little Lark, brittle bones and sharp feelings, certain that I would never be able to fulfill the duties before me.”

— Amy Harmon

304. “He presented me to the people assembled and to the lords who looked at me with green eyes and yellow hearts, their bitter thoughts tinging the air around them.”

— Amy Harmon

305. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

307. “Volgar birdmen, hear my cry, Jeru’s burning, you will die. Close your wings and bow your heads, Every living birdman, dead.”

— Amy Harmon

308. “I am weighed down by the unknown and by my inability to prepare for it.”

— Amy Harmon

309. “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

310. “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

311. “Georgia’s eyes. Georgia’s hair. Georgia’s smile. Georgia’s personality. Georgia’s kisses.”

— Amy Harmon

312. “I turned, letting her catch me. And I caught her too, wrapping my arms around her so tight that the space between us became space around us, space above us, but not space inside us.”

— Amy Harmon

313. “I hope the reader will experience the story in the spirit it was written, recognizing that who we are is not who they were, and judging historical people by today’s standards prevents us from learning from them, from their mistakes and their triumphs. These people helped build the framework that we now stand on. We should be careful about burning it down.”

— Amy Harmon

314. “Mami told me not to tell her when my friends hurt me, because I would forgive them eventually, and she never would.”

— Amy Harmon

315. “I was only limited by my ignorance, by my fear, and by my own sense of right and wrong.”

— Amy Harmon

316. “Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.”

— Amy Harmon

317. “Life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation.”

— Amy Harmon

318. “When one dreams terrible dreams, part of the unconscious mind reassures that wakefulness will summon reality and banish the nightmare.”

— Amy Harmon

319. “Slavery hasn’t ended, and women still have our place, and we’d best not venture out of it. Maybe it is because we are treasured, as John once said, but it is one thing to be treasured and it is another to be a treasure. One is valued, one is possessed, and people aren’t possessions.”

— Amy Harmon

320. “You are kind,” she said softly. “I am not kind,” Kjell scoffed. “And you are good,” she added. “I am not good!” he laughed. “I have never known a man like you.” “You were a slave in Quondoon! The men you knew were not trying to impress you.” “Neither are you, Captain. Yet I am still impressed.” “Then you have a lot to learn.” She.”

— Amy Harmon

321. “There will be a battle, and you will need to protect your heart.”

— Amy Harmon

322. “Your hate will only harm you,” he said. “Just.”

— Amy Harmon

323. “Every day it’s another terrible story, another unforgiveable event. The whole country is under immense strain, yet there is an odd hopefulness mixed with the fear.”

— Amy Harmon

324. “I find men are more apt to let us play if they believe they will triumph.”

— Amy Harmon

325. “And you’re a sweet Georgia peach with fuzzy pink skin, and I’m not biting.”

— Amy Harmon

326. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

329. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

331. “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

332. “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

333. “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

334. “The best thing about books is that you can start wherever you like. The pages are in order, but no one will know if you read the last one first.” He.”

— Amy Harmon

335. “The words had risen from his skin even when he wasn’t speaking, and I had called them to me, collecting them like falling leaves, pressing them between the heavy pages of my memory so I could keep them.”

— Amy Harmon

336. “Silence, daughter. Stay alive.”

— Amy Harmon

337. “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

338. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

340. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

342. “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

343. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

346. “My father told me once that we are on earth to learn. God wants us to receive everything that life was meant to teach. Then we take what we’ve learned, and it becomes our offering to God and to mankind. But we have to live in order to learn. And sometimes we have to fight in order to live.”

— Amy Harmon

347. “Stress and loss have made us all phantoms of ourselves.”

— Amy Harmon

348. “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

349. “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

350. “Time may heal all wounds, but it ain’t no plastic surgeon.’” “What.”

— Amy Harmon