Top 100 Amy Harmon Quotes
#1. I didn't want to be the yardstick of righteousness; I was too lacking.
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#2. 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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#3. You can't build walls and then be mad when no one wants to climb over them.
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#4. Your hate will only harm you," he said. "Just
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#5. 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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#6. 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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#7. She was my little lark. The name had entered my mind the moment I laid eyes on her,
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#8. I didn't cry easily. It was a badge of honor, of toughness. I was a slip of a girl, a woman with little to offer and nothing to say, but I had my dignity, and tears were undignified.
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#9. If we sacrifice everything for a cause, we tend to become a spokesperson instead of a lover, an organizer instead of a wife, a mouthpiece instead of a mother.
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#10. How can you compromise with people who don't want you to exist? They want us to disappear. I can't adapt to death.
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#11. The real thing, when done right , is always better than a daydream
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#13. I used to be afraid of going to hell. But now that I'm here, hell doesn't seem so bad.
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#14. I couldn't decide if I loved the paintings or hated them.
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#15. Fern was smiling at him from the doorway and he smiled back, liking the way she looked at him, as if there was nothing wrong with his face, as if his very presence made her happy.
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#16. She's not pretty. Little, funny Fernie. She's not pretty. Poor Fernie.
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#17. I was spent without compromise, sated without sacrifice, completely and totally head-over-heels in love. And it was delicious.
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#18. 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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#19. 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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#20. 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.
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#21. People who are afraid of the truth never find it.
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#22. 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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#23. Maybe people had no choice but I wonder sometimes what would have happened if everyone without a choice would have made a choice anyway. If we all chose not to participate. Not to be bullied. Not to take up arms. Not to persecute. What would happen then?
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#24. The most intimate thing we can do is to allow the people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect.
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#25. Such needless death, so unnecessary, so tragic
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#26. 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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#27. And in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss. And as the weeks became months, I cried less and smiled more. And peace became a more frequent companion.
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#28. He was right that I was afraid. But I didn't think I was afraid of the truth. I was afraid of believing something that would destroy me if it turned out to be a lie.
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#29. 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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#30. 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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#31. If I didn't look too closely, I wouldn't see that Tiras wasn't there. If I didn't breathe too deeply, I wouldn't feel the hollow echo in my empty chest. If I didn't move too quickly, I wouldn't reach any painful conclusions. And if I didn't listen, I wouldn't hear the silence he always left behind.
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#33. If you push people away for long enough, isolation become a terrible habit. People start to believe your prefer it.
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#34. The lucky ones are the ones who don't come back.
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#35. Gratitude works best when you're the one feeling it.
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#36. Main characters never die in books. If they did, the story would be ruined, or over."
"Everybody is a main character to someone. There are no minor characters.
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#37. The world is alive with words. The animals, the trees, the grass, and the birds hum with their own words. "Life," they say. "Air," they breathe. "Heat," they hum. The birds call "Fly, fly!" and the leaves wave them onward, uncurling as they whisper "grow, grow." I
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#38. 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.
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#39. Old feelings had a way of resurfacing just when you thought they were gone forever
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#40. 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.
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#41. You have a tattoo, a black eye, and I just saw your bra. You are getting to be very hardcore, Fern.
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#42. I felt a lump rise in my throat and looked away. Damn my feminine emotions.
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#43. I would rather be lost with you than alone without you.
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#44. He even pinched himself, just to make sure he'd actually woken up this morning to a pop star in his arms, a Bear on his front steps, and now, God in his backseat.
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#45. I watched him, the length of his lashes against his cheek, the lean jaw emphasized by the slight shadow of a day's beard. His face was serene, lost in the music that he was creating. And I marveled that he had become my friend.
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#46. Your dad says that 'cause he loves you. Just like my mom tells me I'm pretty 'cause she loves me. I'm not pretty ... and you can't beat Ambrose, buddy.
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#47. 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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#48. Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.
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#49. Your song ... that is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
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#50. 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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#51. Any time you start feeling sorry for yourself or you go into a rant about how bad life sucks, you immediately have to name five greats.
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#52. God is all the good stuff. God equals love.
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#53. Every year, Bailey, Angie, and Mike head to Philadelphia for the Fourth of July. They visit the Museum of Art, and Mike carries Bailey up those 72 steps and they do the Rocky reenactment. Angie helps Bailey raise his arms and they all yell, 'one more year!' Bailey loves Rocky. Does that suprise you?
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#54. Please, please, for the love of trolls and other blessed creatures, stop wandering around in the forest like yer a bat instead of a wee lady!
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#55. 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.
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#56. 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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#57. When you realize there's so much you can't control, you get pretty stingy with what you can.
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#58. Falling is easier if you don't fight it.
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#59. Everybody is a main character to someone...
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#60. Mr. Wayne is an owner of The Sheffield, Blue," Tiffa said simply. I tried not to quake. Tiffa turned back to Mr. Wayne. I wondered briefly if his first name was Bruce. He looked like he could have a Batmobile stashed on the roof.
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#61. Wanting her made him selfish, but loving her demanded he deny himself.
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#62. I wanted to hate him because he was beautiful in a way I would never be.
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#63. 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.
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#64. 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.
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#66. Time doesn't stop or give warning. It simply ticks along, marking time, ignoring humanity.
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#67. Footage of him and Bonnie Rae into an old black and white photo of Bonnie and Clyde, she began to tell their story, as if it were breaking news and
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#68. find it interesting that in history all one had to do to discredit a woman was label her a witch. How do we discredit a strong woman today?" The class stared back at Wilson, not understanding. And then it clicked. "You label her a bitch," I offered boldly. The
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#69. I was only limited by my ignorance, by my fear, and by my own sense of right and wrong.
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#70. 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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#71. We weren't so different, Finn and I. Cages come in lots of colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.
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#72. 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.
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#73. Life isn't perfect,people aren't perfect, but there are moments that are.
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#74. 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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#75. 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.
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#76. 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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#77. She decided she would just be a fairy because she liked the option of flying without the responsibility of saving the world.
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#78. You can't control who loves you ... you can't let someone love you anymore than you can make someone love you
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#79. Silence was a close cousin to invisibility.
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#80. I had never been to a rodeo before. I had no idea how crazy white people could be. Considering I had been abandoned by a white, crack addict mother, I should have known.
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#81. Over the river and through the woods, grandma has fallen down. The police save the day, and haul me away, from the shitty all-white town.
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#83. If the world is too flat, people like me will slide right off.
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#84. 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.
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#85. But the lovely Madonna, mother of his precious Jesus, couldn't hold a candle to the madonna before him. They
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#86. 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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#88. Fern," Aunt Angie said softly. "I was just telling Bailey that it's true. He is going to die.
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#89. And that was the biggest paradox of all.
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#90. 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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#91. This place is in my heart, but it can't be my home, not now, maybe not ever ... - Samuel Yates
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#92. Sometimes the things we want to be rescued from can save us.
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#93. There's a lot I don't understand ... but not understanding is better not believing - Ambrose
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#94. When I pull down the wall, I turn off all the colors, I wash them away. And I need color to paint. I want to paint. I need to paint.
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#95. And I prayed He would take away my pain, and if He couldn't do that, then would He, please, take away my love? Because the pain and the love were so intertwined that I couldn't seem to have one without the other. Maybe if I didn't love, I wouldn't hurt so much.
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#96. And the guilt and the loathing slipped away, pushed out by the overwhelming gratitude that I was alive, that I could feel, that I could hear the music.
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#97. pastors throughout the countryside around Rome had reminded their parishioners that Jesus was a Jew in order to coax them into opening their doors. Catholic guilt was a powerful tool,
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#98. 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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#99. Because terrible things happen to everyone. We're all just so caught up in our own crap that we don't see the sit everyone else is wading through.
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#100. Wow! So you're really smart, huh? This brilliant deduction was offered by a girl with a Marilyn Monroe voice who used glittery pens and wrote each letter of her name in a different color, surrounded by hearts and stars. I had dubbed her Sparkles.
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