Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “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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202. “Here, in Loisail, even if she was hidden away at the moment. She existed and colored the city for him, lit it brighter than the elegant iron lampposts.”

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203. “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.”

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204. “The world had smelled like this in the beginning, during creation, when the ocean raged and the creatures in the water multiplied, making the ocean teem with life.”

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205. “This is exactly what he wanted: to have an apartment with high ceilings and bookcases going all the way up, the hardwood floors and the coffee table of glass and polished metal.”

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206. “Elizabeth hadn’t killed herself. She’d been murdered. Women were butterflies to be pinned against a board. Poor child, she couldn’t know her fate yet.”

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207. “Abel Urueta would get a sunburn if he stood at the beach for three minutes. Alma: same story. The elites in Mexico are proud of their European roots.”

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208. “The whiter you were, the better. Even his “exotic” looks were only allowed on television because he had the correct mix of facial features, height, and skin tone. Yet he still stared at Montserrat in surprise and then at Urueta.”

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209. “This was an amulet, quite pagan, but of course the inhabitants of the household were all devout Catholics who mixed superstitions and religions with ease.”

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210. “His good humor had evaporated, and the naked anger beneath the mask of courtesy made him ugly, which was a feat for someone that handsome. But he was not made for rage, and his lips should not be mouthing words as he did, the teeth tearing at each one.”

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211. “In her pirate novels the women were kidnapped or met their lovers in exciting ways. To be courted implied a mundane process akin to the cooking of beans or the washing of linen.”

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212. “At length she came upon a lake that glowed an eerie blue, as if all the stars had fallen into the water and nestled in its bottom. She stretched out a hand and touched the surface of the lake, its luminescence rising, as if to meet her hand. She looked at her fingers, bathed in the blue glow, and smiled. It was then she noticed a drop of blood falling into the blue pool of water, creating ripples upon its surface.”

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213. “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.”

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214. “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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215. “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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216. “But if he managed to look forlorn they usually threw him a few pesos, and he scraped by.”

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217. “Love at that age was a fire that sparked quickly, so it shouldn’t have surprised him when she spoke earnestly, but it still stung to hear her voice her affection with such ease. She’d known the boy for a second and a half, and already her lips curled with honeyed sweetness when she spoke his name. Give her a month and she’d be ready to press an asp to her breast if the spoiled brat ever left her.”

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218. “He held that Bible up and read from it, but I don’t think he knew the words.”

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219. “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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220. “But there was a mysterious assertiveness in her eyes at times, which he enjoyed, and her hair was nice – it made him curious, he wished to touch it.”

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221. “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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222. “There is no after.”

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223. “Are you to reproach me? These idiotic parlor tricks are fit for rogues in gambling dens, not a proper lady. Not that Antonina behaves like a lady. Half the time she is close to a savage.”

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224. “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.”

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225. “What is godhood against the need of a child to save her brother? Nothing, I tell you.”

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226. “Turns out you don’t need a heart to live, after all.”

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227. “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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228. “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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229. “Pain must be endured, for without it there’d be no sweetness.”

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

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232. “Loisail was as important as the air that she breathed. It was her city. She was in the society pages every other week, a constant fixture at the most lavish parties. The boulevards might as well have been named after her.”

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

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234. “Apparently some of the Hawks had even been trained by the CIA, who didn’t want commies in Latin America and were assisting the Mexican government, which meant that Elvis received a top-notch education.”

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235. “As usual, the smile hid the fangs.”

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236. “The city could yield the chance of romance. Here, dramatic duels and great affairs took place.”

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237. “And life may not be fair, but I must be fair. I can’t turn away,” she said.”

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238. “Sharks haven’t changed in millions of years. They know how to survive better than we do.”

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

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241. “Do you think I am a dog to whom you can throw scraps?” he asked in a low voice.”

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242. “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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243. “Was she having lunch with a modern-day Robin Hood or someone more sinister? A cold-blooded killer, a kidnapper, a lurid, cartoonish monster. A villain!”

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244. “Often life doesn’t make sense, and if Elvis had a motto it was that: life’s a mess.”

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245. “You’re kidding me, right? The ‘team-building exercise’ was drinking beer in very big glasses and pinching waitresses’ behinds. I don’t need to play sexist caveman games with the boys to do my job.”

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246. “Kika changed seats, pulling a chair and joining Ana at her table. Gang member, very likely, even if she seemed to dabble in unorthodox outfits. Not that Ana wanted that to be the case, but the way this conversation was going there were few other options to consider, though movie extra from a remake of Gilda might fit the bill. She had the femme fatale aura down pat.”

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247. “But the eye had now changed. The pupil, like a black mirror, caught reflections. The street, the cars going down the boulevards, and his young companion. She was rendered in most vivid colors.”

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248. “Some people are made to be lonely.”

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249. “She did this because she didn’t fancy Ewers’s complicated runes, but also because magic, from what Ewers seemed to be saying, was an exercise in belief and the self.”

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250. “Such quiet. The quiet between stars. She thought she could almost hear her blood moving through her veins and her heart was loud as a drum, and when she touched the covers the rustle was like dragging a piece of furniture across the floor.”

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