Top 100 Amy Harmon Quotes
#1. Why don't we have more babies, Mom? Bailey has big sisters. I wish I had a big sister.
I don't know why, Fern. I tried to have more children, but sometimes we are given something so special, so wonderful, that one is enough.
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#2. 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.
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#3. I was only limited by my ignorance, by my fear, and by my own sense of right and wrong.
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#4. Falling is easier if you don't fight it.
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#5. No matter how many words we get, there's always going to be the last one, and one word is never enough.
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#6. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren't going to be loved the way you want to be loved.
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#7. But I'm just telling you right now. The
lucky ones are the ones who don't come back. You hear me?
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#8. 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.
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#9. Maybe none of us are safe. Not truly. Not even from the people we love. Not even from the people who love us.
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#10. Silence was a close cousin to invisibility.
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#11. Old feelings had a way of resurfacing just when you thought they were gone forever
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#12. Such needless death, so unnecessary, so tragic
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#13. Everyone always sat in the same place. It just kind of happens. We're creatures of habit. There were families who sat in the same pew, generation upon generation. If I didn't know better, I'd think the people of Levan bequeathed their pews in their wills.
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#14. You are missing a key element to the story. 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.
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#15. Everyone always talks about being color blind. And I get that. I do. But maybe instead of being color blind, we should celebrate color, in all its shades. It kind of bugs me that we're supposed to ignore our differences like we don't see them, when seeing them doesn't have to be a negative.
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#16. The real thing, when done right , is always better than a daydream
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#17. There were no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds, If all roads were blind, They wouldn't give up 'til they died.
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#18. Then she'd looked at him, and Finn saw something he'd seen on a thousand faces in the last six and a half years. Beat-down, hopeless, finished, blank. It was a look he had battled in his own reflection.
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#19. 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. Angelo
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#20. It is one thing to kill someone. It is another to degrade and humiliate, to strip away a person's dignity like stripping away flesh. One made a man a murderer. The other made him a monster.
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#21. His face was a study in concentration and empathy, as if every word I said was of supreme importance. It was that expression, that intensity, that had worn me down, and won me over, history lesson after history lesson, day after day, and he didn't even know I was his.
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#22. I would rather be lost with you than alone without you.
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#23. I said once that you are like ice. And you are. Silver and perfect . . . glistening. And hard. You're so hard, Lark. I want you to be soft sometimes. I need you to let me in.
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#24. Lust is different from desire. There are women who will gladly assuage your lust. I will not.
"You want me. I heard it. I feel it."
It matters little what we want, I shot back, using his words against him. I may be your weapon. But I am not your queen.
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#25. 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.
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#26. Like a shoe that has lost its mate is never worn again, I had lost my matching part and didn't know how to run barefoot.
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#27. I put a bowl of peanuts in front of Henry, along with a tall Sprite, thought better of it, and replaced the peanuts with pretzels. Henry seemed like he might be the type of kid who would be horribly allergic to peanuts. That was just what I needed tonight.
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#28. My hair, your eyes, Eli's smile, her great-grandmother's name . . ."
"And Tag's charm. Let's hope she has Tag's charm.
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#29. Forgiveness is usually easier than permission.
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#30. You glow, Lark." His hand climbed back up again and swept over my unbound hair. I swallowed, suddenly close to tears. Then why does no one see me? "I see you," he said.
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#31. [She] was juggling a lot of crap. And sh it is incredibly difficult to juggle. No matter how hard you try, it still falls apart and slips through your fingers, and even when you're managing to keep it aloft, it still stinks.
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#32. When it's all said and done, did I matter?
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#33. People love babies, even sick babies. Even crack babies. But babies grow up to be kids. Nobody really wants messed up kids. And Moses was messed up.
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#34. Whenever you start feeling trapped or helpless, just close your eyes, and you have more space than you'll ever need.
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#35. 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.
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#36. We never saw what was obvious until we were hit over the head with it.
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#37. Words managed to find me, whether I wanted to hear them or not. Kjell
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#38. He tried to soften his mouth against hers, tried to tell her he was sorry, but she stayed frozen in his arms, as if she couldn't believe, after everything that had happened, that he thought he could break her heart and take a kiss too.
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#39. If God saved my life, why didn't he save their lives? Is my life so much more valuable? So I'm special ... and they're
not?
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#40. The dead weren't angry or lost. They knew exactly what was up. It was the living that didn't have a clue.
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#41. No weight in her pockets and far too much heaviness in her heart.
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#42. See? The moment you quit chasing him, that's when he wants you. He looks jealous. He thinks he's been replaced.
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#43. I believe in numbers. The ones you can see and the ones you can't. The real and the imaginary, the rational and the irrational, and every point on lines that go on forever. Numbers have never let me down. They don't waffle. They don't lie. They don't pretend to be what they're not. They're timeless.
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#44. I need you, Fern. I'm not going to lie. I need you. But I don't need you the same way Bailey did. I need you because it hurts when we're apart. I need you because you make me hopeful. You make me happy.
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#45. We are made in his image, and to him we return. After
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#46. 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.
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#47. It was penance, my own slow dance in purgatory.
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#48. Do you think there's any way someone like Ambrose could fall in love with someone like me?" Fern caught Bailey's gaze in the mirror again, knowing he would understand.
"Only if he's lucky.
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#49. Do you know what I believe in, Angelo? I believe in my family. I believe in my father. I believe in Santino and Fabia. And I believe in you. The people I love most in the world. Love is the only thing I believe in.
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#51. Someday, I would be the one to leave.
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#52. It wasn't nothing. It was something.
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#53. If you kill me, you will lose your soul and your son to the sky," I warned, my eyes straying briefly to his young son who met my gaze, his hands clinging to the mane of his enormous horse. "Kneel!
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#54. Being with you always feels like flying," Maggie whispered.
"And being with you brings me back to Earth.
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#55. It was harder to see how a boy like that, so inspired by a saint, could be attracted to a sinner like me.
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#56. I could eat a unicorn and pick my teeth with his horn! I'm absolutely famished.
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#57. I definitely wasn't cold. I was liquid heat. I was terror and curiosity and denial disguised as indifference. You
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#58. I love you, Fern."
"You do?" Fern squealed.
"I do. It doesn't get better than Fern Taylor."
"It doesn't?" Fern squeaked.
"It doesn't." Ambrose couldn't help laughing at her incredulous little face.
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#59. I want him to take life by the horns and ride it for all it's worth.
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#60. I don't have terrible taste in women. I'm mad about you, aren't I?"
"Are you?"
"Yes, Blue. I am. I am completely gone on you.
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#61. You can't have an animal in here, Sheen."
"I'm in a wheelchair, man. You gonna tell me I can't have my seeing-eye cat with me? Actually, it can be your seeing-eye cat, since you're blind and all. One of the perks to being a pathetic figure is that I tend to get what I want.
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#62. You are easy to overlook. Slim and pale and so quiet. But now that I've studied your soft grey eyes and traced the fine bones of your face, now that I've kissed your pale pink mouth, I don't want to look anywhere else. My gaze is continually drawn back to you.
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#63. But sometimes in my reading I would discover new insights or have seemingly profound thoughts that would change my way of thinking.
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#64. Hurting is feeling and feeling is living and isn't it good to be alive?
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#65. Yeah. You were too little I guess. Hondo was a good horse. Grandpa loved him as much as you love Sackett.
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#66. I love you Bonnie. So much that I hurt with it. And I hate it, and I love it, and I want it to go away, and i want it to stay forever ...
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#67. Loving someone and then losing them would be much worse than not having them at all.
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#68. Everybody is a main chracter to someone
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#69. News flash, Fern Taylor! Everything has changed! You are beautiful, I am hideous, you don't need me anymore, but I sure as hell need you!
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#70. We're Bonnie and Clyde! Wanted and unwanted. Caged and cornered. We're lost and we're alone. We're a big, tangled mess. We're a shot in the dark. We're two people who have nowhere else, no one else, and yet, suddenly that feels like enough for me! I'm sorry if it's not enough for you.
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#71. Our immortality comes through our children and their children. Through our roots and branches. The family is immortality. And Hitler has destroyed not just branches and roots, but entire family trees, forests. All of them, gone.
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#72. 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.
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#73. 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.
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#74. You can't find the end of infinity. There is no end. So if you can't tack space onto the end of infinity, you have to create space at the beginning.
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#75. It was both manic and mesmerizing, it was controlled chaos and detailed dementia.
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#76. Literature makes history come to life. It is maybe the most accurate depiction of history, especially literature that was written in the time period depicted in the story.
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#77. I think that's the worst part. The thought that no one will remember me when I'm gone. Sure, my parents will. Fern will. But how does someone like me live on? When it's all said and done, did I matter? - Bailey
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#78. It wouldn't hurt so badly if I didn't love him so much.
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#79. I can't control what you see or how you interpret what you see any more than I can control what you think of me.
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#80. We resumed our steady march through the sleeping street. Boulder City was incredibly quiet. If Vegas was the city that never slept, then Boulder made up for it. It slept like a drunkard on a feather bed. We hadn't even been barked at.
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#81. The one you said sucked? I murmured, wishing he would play another song. I was
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#82. If dark chocolate could sing it would sound like Ambrose Young.
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#83. And just like that the mood was broken.
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#84. Lorraine, bless her pea-pickin' heart, was carrying a huge, triple-layer, chocolate cake.
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#85. A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings. A story flawed and fractured, crazy and cracked, and most of all, a love story.
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#86. And what have you learned?"
"A great deal. But I haven't learned the most important thing."
"No? And what would that be?"
"Why do people hate us so much?
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#87. Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.
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#88. But he was also shrewd instead of wise, mannerly instead of kind, and ambitious instead of strong. I
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#89. And you're a sweet Georgia peach with fuzzy pink skin, and I'm not biting.
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#90. You have dimples in your cheeks and a cleft in your chin."
"My mother dropped me on my face as a child. I'm severely dented. What can I say?
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#91. To heal with herbs and soothe with my touch. I learned wisdom and wariness, and I learned to patiently accept and quietly wait.
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#92. If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear.
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#93. You can't see a song. You feel a song, you hear a song, you move to it. Just like I can't see you, but I feel you, and I move toward you. When you're with me, I feel like I glimpse a David nobody else knows is there. It's the Song of David, and nobody else can hear it but me.
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#94. I keep wishing you had had a better life ... a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue." He looked at me then. "And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.
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#95. God has given you one face and you make yourself another. - Hamlet
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#96. Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.
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#97. God looks on the heart, doesn't he ?
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#98. Sometimes I feel like I was one of those who was left in the sack while everyone else was falling out in groups, I whispered. Wilson's
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#99. My brain is already scrambled enough.""Cracked," I said, not thinking.
"Yeah." Moses scowled.
"Well, it's working for you." I turned and looked at my walls. "Cracks and all. In fact, if your brain wasn't cracked, none of the brilliance could spill out. Do you realize that?
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#100. THE FIRST FEW WORDS of every story are always the hardest to write. It's almost as if pulling them out, putting them on paper, commits you to seeing it all through. As if once you start, you are required to finish. And how do you finish when some things never end?
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