Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “I would have to keep reminding myself that her anger, though directed at me, was not my burden.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

303. “He told me everything would be okay because the wind already knows,” I whispered.”

— Amy Harmon

304. “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

305. “I was a soldier, and I am proud of that. I am a mother too, and a wife, and I have not wished away the blessings or power of womanhood, as you once counseled. I have embraced every role, played every part, and made my mark on the world.”

— Amy Harmon

306. “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

307. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

309. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

311. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

313. “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

314. “Maybe someday, as the knots became unraveled, this moment would wrap around him, tying him to her. Or maybe her love would simply loosen the strings, freeing him to walk away.”

— Amy Harmon

315. “I’d been wrong about one thing. These were not average men and women. Time had not given them a gloss they had not earned. Even those I wanted to loathe, based on my own research and conclusions, conducted themselves with fervor and honest conviction. These weren’t posing politicians. They were patriots whose blood and sacrifice deserved history’s pardon and Ireland’s compassion.”

— Amy Harmon

316. “His good looks made him believe he deserved more than life gave him. Had he been plain, he might not have been so proud.”

— Amy Harmon

317. “I’m a very ordinary girl, Moses. I know that I am. And I always will be. I can’t paint. I don’t know who Vermeer is, or Manet for that matter. But if you think ordinary can be beautiful, that gives me hope. And maybe sometime you’ll think about me when you need an escape from the hurt in your head.”

— Amy Harmon

318. “He’d been given every word he needed, and every word had been stripped from me. I wanted them back. All of them.”

— Amy Harmon

319. “Someone very wise told me that we keep the people we love in our hearts. We never lose them as long as we can remember how it felt to be loved by them.”

— Amy Harmon

320. “We don’t get to choose when we go or how we go. None of us do.”

— Amy Harmon

321. “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

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

— 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. “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

325. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

327. “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

328. “It may be a small part, but you’ll kill it,” Noah promised. “I know you will. Sometimes it’s the smallest part that steals the show.”

— Amy Harmon

329. “It is impossible to explain to someone who is surrounded by their own language and people just how lonely it is to not understand and to not be understood.”

— Amy Harmon

330. “None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.”

— Amy Harmon

331. “Which composers?” “Claude Debussy, Erik Satie, and Maurice Ravel are my favorites.”

— Amy Harmon

332. “He said Bailey taught him to love and to put things in perspective, to live for the present, to say I love you often and to mean it. And to be grateful for every day. It taught him patience and perseverance.”

— Amy Harmon

333. “I cornered him a few nights after the stampede and made sure he knew that little boys who liked rope got sliced up by men who liked knives.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

335. “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.”

— Amy Harmon

336. “But “normal” changed, and though I was the first female schoolteacher in Middleborough, I doubted I would be the last. It only took one person to climb a mountain or reach a summit before others followed and sought new heights.”

— Amy Harmon

337. “I’ve often thought that beauty can be a deterrent to love,” Fern’s father mused. “Why?” “Because sometimes we fall in love with a face and not what’s behind it.”

— Amy Harmon

338. “If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear.”

— Amy Harmon

339. “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

340. “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

341. “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

342. “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

343. “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

344. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

346. “Forgiveness is usually easier than permission.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

348. “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

349. “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

350. “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