Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “But he needed a story and she needed to tell one. So she did, until he didn’t care whether she was lying or speaking the truth.”

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152. “Now is always the answer.”

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153. “In the world of the living, one must live.”

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154. “But it’s impossible to get out of this house.”

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155. “Unlike European vampires, Atl could handle the sun, though it weakened her. It required too much energy to move through the city in the daytime.”

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156. “There’s a second when I think it would be fine to forget myself, it would be the easiest thing in the world. But if you forget yourself once, you’ll do it twice, and thrice, and soon...”

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157. “But what the lords wished was that they should not discover their names.”

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158. “It was not effortlessly. It tore me apart, but the poison has bled out.”

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159. “He was attuned to Montserrat’s phases, like memorizing an almanac and knowing if it was a gibbous or waxing moon without having to glance at the sky.”

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160. “For all your intelligence, you don’t think sometimes.”

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161. “What resentments could sprout in a young heart when all affection and love had been denied?”

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162. “Feeling her gaze on him, he turned to her and smiled a crooked smile. He drew her against him, and then he tipped his head up, to look at the stars that he’d never bothered to survey before.”

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163. “The CIA is terrified of communists in Latin America and Mexico is dangerously close to Cuba.”

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164. “Now she recalled one particular thing Jung wrote: everyone carries a shadow.”

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165. “Love, frail as gossamer, stitched together from a thousand songs and a thousand comic books, made of the dialogue spoken in films and the posters designed by ad agencies: love was what she lived for.”

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166. “Maybe it was not the only thing that had broken him. The brunt of cruelty, of the world, had taken its toll and marked him. But she’d been his solace and his hope, the balm from ugliness and wrongdoings. Then she’d left him and admitted that she’d never really loved him.”

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167. “What mattered was not the veracity of the story, but its power. The symbol. The hidden meaning. A woman and rebirth and the restoration of something lost.”

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168. “Why? Because to imagine Indigenous intelligence and power would have been unthinkable. We are all taught to despise the whiff of darkness, of Indigenous blood and of Blackness. We speak about ‘bettering the race,’ and by that we mean injecting more European blood into our veins. What Wilhelm said wasn’t considered outrageous at the time. It’s not even outrageous now, sadly.”

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169. “It always seemed to amaze foreigners that they were not all running around in loincloths, praying to the rain gods.”

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170. “But you had money, she thought. People can take their time when they have money. They can exhaust all roads and partake in all their whims, while people with no cash need to make decisions quickly. They are forced into making those decisions. By their parents, by their neighbours, by the whole town.”

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171. “She smiled. In return, he gave her a smidgen of a smile, so tiny she felt she might have to cup it in her hands to keep it safe, or the wind might blow it away.”

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172. “You wear me like a jewel upon your finger, Casiopea.”

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173. “I think she wanted nothing from me,” Hector added, “nothing at all but to let her love me.”

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174. “That I’ll be happy to join your family. That I’ll be happy to what? Give you my money? Maybe give you children?” “Yes. Yes, to both.” “You’re a pack of monsters. And you! I trusted you.”

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175. “Besides, boys her age were dull, always talking about the parties they had been to the previous week or the one they were planning to go to the week after. Easy, shallow men. Yet the thought of anyone more substantial made her nervous, for she was trapped between competing desires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change.”

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176. “He was like the sun in the sky, lighting her days.”

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177. “He sat back, his head against the door of the building. Meche, in turn, rested her head against his shoulder. For others, it might have been an intimate gesture. Maybe it was, but not in the way most people might think. Meche and Sebastian were used to each other, comfortable in their proximity. They folded and kept their dreams in the same drawer, spun fantasies side by side, lived in the easy harmony of youth which did not know the need for tall walls and sturdy defenses.”

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178. “She could not see where they were headed, nor the place where they’d come from, and thus felt as though time and the world around her transmogrified, became unknowable; it was if she were traveling in a dream.”

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179. “The problem is Mr. Darwin has found an answer, but not the proper one.”

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180. “There were bland photos of boats and landscapes with the words RELAXATION and MEDITATION printed beneath them. There was also a poster about Jesus and footsteps in the sand, as if banality could be exponentially increased.”

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181. “Pain must be endured, for without it there’d be no sweetness.”

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182. “There’s a bit of the devil in every man, even if he may act the part of the saint,” her mother had warned her. And of course, the follow-up: don’t give a fellow any ideas.”

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183. “The god of your church, if he is awake, does not live in these lands.”

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184. “When he looked at her again his face was filled with such an extraordinary gladness, and the third time she kissed him it was for love.”

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185. “The world remained and there was something remarkably comforting about this thought, since heartbreak often invoked images of cataclysms that would devour every speck of ground beneath one’s feet.”

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186. “One moment he was flinching and the next there was a slow, sweet wave that dragged him down... it was a haze. The haze you experience when your eyes are heavy and you are about to fall asleep, where your limbs are tired, and your whole body is weighed down, and there is this soft pleasant sensation as you surrender to exhaustion.”

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187. “Then came all the mutts of the world. That’s what he called them. The ‘mutts.’ The mixed people of Mexico. And then all the other races that made him shudder; each level of the pyramid was carefully color-graded.”

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188. “Life had taught her to be untrusting. Dreamers and romantics like her father did not fare well, and though she had dreamed in Uukumil, she’d done so quietly, in secret.”

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189. “Look now, look at this pretty couple, look how he holds her hand and she kisses him. Like they are the air each other breathes.”

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190. “Montserrat, stop at the deli, get a slice of ham and a bit of cheese and make yourself a real lunch. No wonder your gums bleed. You probably have the nutritional deficiencies of a seventeenth-century sailor.”

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191. “Francis drove up a narrow road that climbed deeper into the mountains, the air growing rawer, the mist intensifying. She rubber her hands together.”

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192. “Once inside she hesitated, and in addition to the cigarettes grabbed a diet soda and a yellow puff pastry wrapped in cellophane. She doubted it contained a single natural component, but sometimes synthetic is what you are after.”

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193. “He knew that in the years to come, even when they were old and gray and their spines were bent by the weight of time, he would remember her as she was in that moment, with a couple of stray yellow flowers in her hair, her lips parted. He stood still, holding the moment against his heart. Then she turned her head and smiled at him.”

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194. “Gods have appetites, more voracious than those of men, and how quickly they turn from one pursuit to another, like uncorking a wine, taking a sip, then tossing the rest down a drain.”

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195. “Our servants, you might have noticed they don’t talk much. There’s very little of them left. It’s almost like their mind has been carved out.” “That’s not possible.” Francis shook his head. “Have you ever known an alcoholic? It affects their brain, and so does this.”

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196. “The barons of barely minted empires of telegraph wires and fresh steel could socialize elsewhere.”

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197. “But if he managed to look forlorn they usually threw him a few pesos, and he scraped by.”

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198. “I’ll never be like you. I wasn’t made like you.”

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199. “However, my wife seems to think you a perfect gentleman, and she is an excellent judge of character.” Hector was surprised to.”

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200. “I don’t play vinyl because it reminds me of you.”

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