Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “All of us are daughters denied some truth or other; craving ancient wisdom like the bitterness of stars against Her tongue, expiring into darkness.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

152. “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

153. “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

154. “The nature of hate is mysterious. It can gnaw at the heart for an eon, then depart when one expected it to remain as immobile as a mountain. But even mountains erode.”

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

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

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

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158. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

159. “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

160. “It was a thankless job that had her sometimes catching three hours of sleep on one of the couches around Antares so she could keep working through the night.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

161. “Maite wished she had been born in Monaco or New York. Most of the girls in the comic books she read looked like they’d never set a foot in places like the Doctores. If they had toiled in poverty, then they had been lifted to a higher plane by the fat wallet of their beloved. Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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163. “Now is always the answer.”

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

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

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167. “That was a year and a half ago. And ‘seeing’ is a big word. If you go out with someone twice you are not seeing them,” she said calmly. “Anyway, we’re talking about you and Yolanda, not me.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

168. “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.”

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169. “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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170. “She had loved without restraint, and he’d left a stain upon her soul.”

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171. “Any pleasant activity must also involve the acquisition of a spouse. That is, she should never have fun for the sake of having fun but only as a way to obtain a husband.”

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172. “Her whole life has been a pretty fiction, a story the doctor spun.”

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173. “The first week of December. It was the season to devour empanadas, eat rosca de reyes, and listen to the fireworks exploding late at night. He was hoping to drink all the way through the posadas – he’d work off the calories in January. It was not the month to be chasing after murderers.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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175. “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

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

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177. “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.”

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178. “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

179. “He walked and let the rain kiss him.”

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180. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

181. “At the entrance there had been a painting or a mirror on a wall, and it’s oval outline was visible against the wallpaper, like a lonesome fingerprint at the scene of a crime.”

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182. “She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see any of that. There was such ugliness in the world.”

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183. “Looking at her, he thought of smoke, of incense and altars, and the painting of a girl he’d seen in a discarded museum catalogue.”

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184. “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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185. “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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186. “Vampires drained you one way or another.”

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187. “She’d always been so afraid that the land would eat her, but it was obvious now that the answer was you had to eat it.”

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188. “The serpent does not devour its tail, it devours everything around it, voracious, its appetite never quenched.”

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189. “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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190. “To this day I carry that scratch the tiger gifted me upon the chest, a long, puckered slash that aches when it rains. The scar feels like ice on those days, which is why I tell you this story is true, and I tell it because my brother would have liked to have seen it on paper, since he liked his books very much. The story of the summer when the tiger came to the mountains and we were young.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

191. “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.”

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192. “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.”

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193. “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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194. “Sacrifice. The face of all earthly things at one point is sacrifice. She’d never known what that really meant, parroting the words of others, and now she understood.”

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195. “Even if he didn’t contemplate suicide anymore, he might slide into another period of drug use and destruction that would sink him into the gutter for good.”

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196. “It’s one thing to cut off a rooster’s head, and another to steal a corpse from a cemetery.”

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197. “Time is a treacherous mistress. In our youth it flows slow and deep; the days stretch out endlessly. When we are children, a summer lasts for a century. As we age, the flow of time speeds up. Suddenly, a year vanishes with the snap of one’s fingers. How quickly time eludes us, how easily it tricks us.”

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

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

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

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