Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “I find men are more apt to let us play if they believe they will triumph.”

— Amy Harmon

302. “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

303. “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

304. “Come to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

306. “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

307. “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

308. “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

309. “I hated making small talk and avoided people in the grocery store and other places just so that i wouldn’t have to think of things to say. I liked people, i cared about them, and i wanted to be a good person, but don’t make me chat idly on the telephone or make pleasant conversation just for the sake of being polite.- Josie Jo Jensen.”

— Amy Harmon

310. “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

311. “What you tell him he can’t have, he’ll set his heart on.”

— Amy Harmon

312. “We’re more than male or female. More than our lips and tongues, more than our hearts and our lungs, more than the muscles that move beneath our skin and the blood that runs through our veins. We’re more than our arms and legs. More than our eyes. More than our feet and hands. We’re more than just a collection of bones, cobbled together by God or eons of evolution. We have souls. We have purpose. We’re more.”

— Amy Harmon

313. “Yes. Thankfully. They still read books.” I laughed. “‘There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away,’” I quoted. “Emily Dickinson,” he supplied.”

— Amy Harmon

314. “Ma says the things we fear most tend to find us.”

— Amy Harmon

315. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

316. “My job this year is to introduce you to stories that open your mind to a broader world – a colorful history – and to help you see the connections to your own life.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

318. “We never saw what was obvious until we were hit over the head with it.”

— Amy Harmon

319. “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

320. “Silence was a close cousin to invisibility.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

322. “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

323. “The Andersons are from Norway. The McNeelys are Irish. Johann Gruber is from Germany. You’re part Indian, and I’m a widow.” She shrugs. “We all need each other. We can all live side by side peaceably, can’t we? We don’t all have to be exactly the same.”

— Amy Harmon

324. “I would remember how I had wanted her and hated her and wished she would leave me alone and never let me go. And I would miss her.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

326. “There was no way she could go back. She would be unalterably changed, ruined for anyone else. And she knew it as surely as if she’s been kissed by a thousand men.”

— Amy Harmon

327. “As I sat in the old church where generations of my ancestors may have worshipped, where prayers had been spoken and hearts broken and healed, it all made sense for a small moment. Religion made sense, if only to add context to the struggle of life and death. The church was a monument to what had been, a connection to the past that comforted those in the present, and it comforted me.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

329. “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

330. “Our aspirations are so often influenced by our appearance.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

332. “Forgiveness is usually easier than permission.”

— Amy Harmon

333. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

335. “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

336. “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

337. “We are at war. War has a way of stripping us of perspective. War is about life and death, and it paints everything in shades of now or never.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

339. “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

340. “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

341. “If a man can’t protect and provide it’ll make him mean or it’ll drive him crazy.”

— Amy Harmon

342. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

344. “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

345. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

346. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

347. “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

348. “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

349. “You don’t ever disappear. You just change. You leave. You move on. But you never disappear. Even when you think you want to.”

— Amy Harmon

350. “But it was a road I hadn’t built, and I’m convinced you can’t ever be completely happy walking on someone else’s road. Someone else’s path. The way to true happiness is to forge your own, even if your road isn’t straight. Even if there are bridges to build and mountains to tunnel through. Nothing feels as good as paving your own way.”

— Amy Harmon