Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Just because there are no ghosts it doesn’t mean you can’t be haunted. Nor that you shouldn’t fear the haunting.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

102. “Have you ever had the chance to do evil in order to produce some good?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

103. “You’re very silly or very brave, living in a haunted house.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

104. “Some people are born under a lucky star, while others have their misfortune telegraphed by the position of the planets.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

105. “Only in a place such as this, in a cemetery with dropping willows and mist licking at the stones, could he acquire any substance.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

106. “Nina had every desire to be melodramatic, to give free rein to thoughts and instincts, as in those books where people loved and lived and declared the most beautiful sentiments, but instead she nodded.”

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107. “I joined a protest, which is enough to get you labeled as a member of a ‘criminal conspiracy.’ That’s what happened three years ago, in Tlatelolco. That’s what the president said. That all the students protesting were criminals and agitators, subversive elements. Same as always, I guess.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

108. “Life may not be fair, but I must be fair.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

109. “Vice’, Noemi thought and was reminded of the nuns who had overseen her education. She’d learned rebellion while muttering the roseary.”

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110. “You could spend a lifetime peering in forests and jungles and never see one tenth of nature’s secrets.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

111. “He was thirty-five years old and couldn’t remember who he’d wanted to be at twenty. He’d lost himself long ago.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

112. “Bah. A letter is not the same at all. I’d have to write a dozen a day in order to keep you well informed. You know how I go on. Won’t you join us at Oldhouse?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

113. “In the papers, columnists accused communist foreigners of corrupting Mexico’s youth and attempting to destroy the nation. The cops were innocent, lawful citizens doing their jobs. Perhaps it wasn’t true, but it made Maite’s skin prickle with dread, because no one wanted a repeat of ’68.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

114. “It puzzled her to imagine death as a perfume that clung to her and, rather than striking the sour note of decay, could be as pleasant as the scent of a rose. But she did not give this too much thought because she was busier summoning her outrage.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

115. “So I’ll be wed in the Church of the Holy Incestuous Mushroom?”

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116. “I like photos better. They capture the thing in the moment.” “But painting is the repeated exposure to a thing. It captures the essence of the object.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

117. “What an entirely lovely and spiteful creature she was, her mortal beginnings forgotten, the imprint of a shell in the sand long erased.”

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118. “It gave his face a faintly mismatched air where once before it had possessed an elegant, near-perfect symmetry.”

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119. “I am not jealous. I am pointing out how silly it is for you to complain that I speak with one man when you speak to many women. Why is it men can do as they please?”

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120. “The universe was unveiling new wonders every day, the motorcar and the photographic camera, to name but a handful of the inventions dazzling the world. She preferred to classify herself as one of these new wonders.”

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121. “I liked her softness, her romantic notions. She wanted a fairy tale, and I wanted to give her that.”

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122. “If she’d been a siren luring him to the bottom of the sea, he would have followed. If she’d been a gorgon he’d have let himself be turned into stone.”

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123. “They were both creatures of tempestuous seas and stormy nights.”

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124. “My apologies. Time and isolation do strange things. Of course, the levels of serotonin do not help,” the vampire said. “The what?” Domingo asked. “Serotonin. A neurotransmitter. The low levels in our brains make us violent, impulsive, self-destructive. It’s worse in some types than others.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

125. “The train pressed forward and the glasses tinkled and he looked at her as if he’d not truly seen her before. And maybe, he had not.”

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126. “She was a spoiled rich girl who did not give a damn about me.” “A spoiled rich girl?” she said. “Neither rich nor spoiled. A girl wearing yesterday’s finery, having to live off the mercy of her father’s old friends. You have no idea what it was to be me. All the family’s expectations upon my shoulders.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

127. “I’m willing to make an exception for you, seeing as I have a soft spot for mythmaking.”

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128. “The land kept its riches in the dark, sprouting no trees with fruit.”

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129. “She had not changed. He knew she would not, she’d remain suspended in amber, for him and him alone.”

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130. “I don’t know if I want to make up my mind now,” Casiopea said. “Take it from me. Now is always the answer.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

131. “Agnes. Driven to madness, driven to anger, driven to despair, and even now a sliver of that woman remained, and that sliver was still screaming in agony. She was the snake biting its tail.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

132. “She felt awful, and she remembered how Catalina had told her she was capable of leaving deep scars in people if she didn’t watch her scalding tongue. For all your intelligence, you don’t think sometimes, Catalina had said. How true. There she was, making stories up in her head when he had said nothing cruel to her.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

133. “We all have a animal double, Englishman.”

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134. “One must have hobbies,” Clarimonde said, still focused on her drawing. “Or else the mind atrophies.”

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135. “Why would I need to dream? It means nothing. Those are but the tapestries of mortals, woven and unwoven each night on a rickety loom.”

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136. “Casiopea’s father, he’d called her kuhkay – firefly – because the little bugs carried lights from the stars, and she was his little star. She wondered if he meant this, if this might be her long-lost name.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

137. “Marriage could hardly be like the passionate romances one read about in books. It seemed to her, in fact, a rotten deal. Men would be solicitous and well behaved when they courted a woman, asking her out to parties and sending her flowers, but once they married, the flowers wilted.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

138. “Everywhere Montgomery had been he’d spied the same misery under a different guise. In England it was in the factories, in Latin America it was in the fields. There was always someone with a little more money, a little more power, and he owned you.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

139. “She wishes to take flight. If she had wings she’d have reached the horizon.”

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140. “War is seldom fair for any party involved.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

141. “Copulating with me won’t make you any more human. It’ll make you sadder, when you open your eyes and see my face instead of his. Copulating with me won’t make up for what happened in the lab, it won’t wipe away the things your father confessed, and it won’t heal him.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

142. “Quiet now,” he said, his voice low. “The things you name grow in power.”

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143. “He didn’t know what the words meant, but he knew what they sounded like: it was the sound of sadness.”

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144. “She longed. Not for one specific thing but for everything; she had longed for a long time. He’d made this longing worse: it followed her quietly, this awkward feeling under her skin.”

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145. “Blood is the oldest coin. Blood remains.”

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146. “She’d learned rebellion while muttering the rosary.”

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147. “He was chained to her, to this brilliant ideal of a perfect love.”

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148. “It didn’t matter if you were the Hunchback of Notre Dame, you still had a chance to romance Esmeralda.”

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149. “My brother’s voice was the voice of the budding flowers and the early rains.”

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150. “The mirrors were supposed to be “wall art” and lend an air of class to the joint, but the results were more tacky than elegant.”

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