Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “If you gave me a name, who is to say it is not mine? If I had an ordinary name, I could have an ordinary story. I could swear I first saw you in Merida, standing in the middle of the street.”

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202. “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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203. “Perhaps chirping even more loudly, the shadow of death creating a frenzy of need inside their small bodies, urging them on toward their own destruction.”

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204. “While her mother was expecting only a suitable match, Nina was hoping for the romance of a lifetime followed by the grandest wedding imaginable.”

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205. “She thought that men such as her father could be stern and men could be cold like Virgil, but women needed to be liked or they’d be in trouble.”

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206. “And she had to admit to herself that part of what kept her next to him was not just the promise of freeing herself of the bone splinter or a sense of obligation, but the lure of change, of becoming someone else, someone other than a girl who starched shirts and shone shoes and had to make do with a quick glimpse of the stars at night.”

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207. “Without meaning to, she also thought about him in other terms. Hector was hers. He was always hers, and even if she wouldn’t have him, he should remain so.”

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208. “I don’t even know if I exist anymore.”

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209. “That’s what his eyes were like: the night on the printed page. Blacker than the night outside the bus, the real and tangible night awaiting them here –.”

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210. “So do I. I still find the time to glance at a paper, especially these days when we’ve got the government engaged in vicious repressive activities.”

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

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

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215. “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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216. “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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217. “You wear me like a jewel upon your finger, Casiopea.”

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

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219. “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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220. “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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221. “He was like the sun in the sky, lighting her days.”

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222. “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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223. “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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224. “The problem is Mr. Darwin has found an answer, but not the proper one.”

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225. “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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226. “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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227. “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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228. “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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229. “The god of your church, if he is awake, does not live in these lands.”

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230. “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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231. “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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232. “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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233. “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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234. “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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235. “But now?” he asked, looking doubtful. “Now is always the answer.”

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

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237. “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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238. “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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239. “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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240. “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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241. “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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242. “The barons of barely minted empires of telegraph wires and fresh steel could socialize elsewhere.”

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

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

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

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

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248. “You made a haunted house out of your own flesh and bones.”

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249. “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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250. “You’re not driving me home looking like you were just mashed by a steamroller and stinking of tequila. Come on, let’s tuck you in bed.”

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