“In music, there is no bondage. Music is a door, and the soul escapes through the melody.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“And the guilt and the loathing slipped away, pushed out by the overwhelming gratitude that I was alive, that I could feel,… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“In music, there is no bondage. Music is a door, and the soul escapes through the melody. Even if it’s only for… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“In music, there is no bondage. Music is a door, and the soul escapes through the melody. Even if it’s only for… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“I didn't know what grace was, but maybe it sounded like the music. Maybe that was what I was feeling. How sweet… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“They can take our homes, our possessions. Our families. Our lives. They can drive us out, like they’ve driven us out before.… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“When you play, Eva, I feel hopeful. They can take our homes, our possessions. Our families. Our lives. They can drive us… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Do you hear it?" Samuel asked, his eyes penetrating. "I don't hear it...but I know it's there." I struggled to express something… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Love songs or poetry? Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music. And you can't dance to poetry.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“What softened your heart?" I asked softly. "Good music and a friend." I felt my eyes burn a little and turned from… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Come to me, and I will try to heal you. I will try to heal you, if you but come back,” Sasha… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“You can't control who loves you...you can't let someone love you anymore than you can make someone love you” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“When the ancient Romans would conquer a new place or a new people, they would leave the language and the customs in tact –… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was just Mr. Wilson's obvious love of the subject he taught. Maybe it was simply his cool accent and his youth. The… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“Do you think about how I look when you kiss me?" "Yes." His voice was raspy. "I think about your long red hair and… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me? Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
But maybe you see beauty in me because you are beautiful, not because I am. — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
