Top 400 Amy Harmon Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “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

352. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

355. “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

356. “You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love.”

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357. “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

358. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

360. “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

361. “To sh-show you mercy now would be to sh-show no mercy to those you will p-prey upon next.”

— Amy Harmon

362. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

364. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

366. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

369. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

372. “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

373. “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

374. “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

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

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376. “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

377. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

379. “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

380. “To heal with herbs and soothe with my touch. I learned wisdom and wariness, and I learned to patiently accept and quietly wait.”

— Amy Harmon

381. “Someone once told me that when people leave Ireland, they never go back. I couldn’t bear the thought of never going back. So I stayed.”

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon

383. “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

384. “And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it.”

— Amy Harmon

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

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386. “I keep thinking that maybe you and I could take a road trip and tell all the girls we meet along the way that we’re both vets. You’ve got a messed up face and my war wounds have put me in this chair. You think they’d believe it? Maybe then I could get some action. Problem is, how am I going to get a handful of tit if I can’t lift my arms?”

— Amy Harmon

387. “Forgiveness is usually easier than permission.”

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388. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

390. “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

391. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

393. “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

394. “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

395. “So our loyalty is to Ireland and Irishmen unless they disagree with us, then we mow them down? That’s not the way it’s supposed to work,” Thomas insisted, incredulous.”

— Amy Harmon

396. “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

397. “Sometime we are given something so special, so wonderful, that one is enough.”

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398. “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

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

— Amy Harmon

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

— Amy Harmon