Top 380 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. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

153. “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

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

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

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

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

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159. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

160. “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.”

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

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

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

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166. “His hair was very pale, the color of the fragile crust of salt that forms upon the seawater when it evaporates.”

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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. “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.”

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169. “Nobody can find you here.”

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

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

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172. “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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173. “She wished to be unafraid and for the world to be good. Neither thing seemed possible.”

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

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176. “When they were kids, she could outrun all the other children in the neighborhood despite her bad foot. He supposed she was still trying to outrun everyone.”

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

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

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179. “Besides, bitterness will only poison you, not them.”

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180. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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

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184. “Even if the darkness never ended and swallowed him whole, he’d still run to her.”

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

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

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187. “In her misery, she was able to find the beauty of spite and cling to it.”

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188. “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.”

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

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

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191. “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

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

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193. “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.”

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194. “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

195. “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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196. “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.”

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

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

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200. “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.”

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