Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “The serpent does not devour its tail, it devours everything around it, voracious, its appetite never quenched.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

152. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

153. “Let’s try another route. How about power, Montserrat? The power you’ve craved since you were a little girl, when they mocked you and shoved you and called you dirty names. The power you lack when those men sneer at you and ignore your contributions, your brilliance. The power to make the whole world see you.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

154. “Vampires drained you one way or another.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

155. “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?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

156. “In the countryside, they say this means that the spirit is restless. Your soul is trying to escape your body. Other times, they say you are a witch.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

162. “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

163. “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

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

166. “She had experience dealing with irritating men. They did not fluster her. She had learned, by navigating cocktail parties and meals at restaurants, that showing any kind of reaction to their crude remarks emboldened them.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

167. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

168. “Love is a strange thing to us. We do not revel in it. We only know hunger.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

169. “Nobody can find you here.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

170. “The feeling that this was someone who devoured people, but never got his suit dirty.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

173. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

175. “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...”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

179. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

180. “But she liked this man’s quirks and imperfections, the lack of playboy smarts coupled with a quiet intelligence.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

181. “Her hands were hard and ugly from beating the laundry against the stone lavadero, but her mind had the worst of it. She yearned for a sliver of freedom.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

182. “He’d soared to rare heights without the benefit of family or friends.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

184. “Catalina’s mother was from France. My father is from Veracruz and my mother from Oaxaca. We are Mazatec on her side. What is your point?” she asked flatly.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

185. “We all have a path to travel and a fate written in the book of days.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

187. “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

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

189. “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

190. “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

191. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

192. “They were quiet and they were foolish, both of them, thinking they were treading with any delicacy, and that if they somehow moderated their voices they’d stop the tide of emotion. The things you name do grow in power, but others that are not ever whispered claw at one’s heart anyway, rip it to shreds even if a syllable does not escape the lips.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

193. “You’re ours, like it or not. You’re ours and you’re us.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

194. “Her father had been entirely indifferent to such structured learning. Schools leave you without ambition, he said.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

195. “Keep squeezing my hand then and complaining at the same time, you’ll see some real insolence,” she sputtered.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

196. “Sharks were clean killers. Scorpions were not. Scorpions were secretive little monsters.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

197. “Desire was not passion and passion was not love.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

198. “The parties at the Tunons’ house always ended unquestionably late, and since the hosts enjoyed costume parties in particular, it was not unusual to see Chinas Poblanas with their folkloric skirts and ribbons in their hair arrive in the company of a harlequin or a cowboy.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

199. “There are plenty of shining examples in the world that demonstrate love need not be a condition of a successful marriage. You might agree on this point.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

200. “She had to be good because she was pretty and young and his friend. Right?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia