Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “She was part of a story.”

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202. “Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord. Have you forgotten your lessons?” “I can quote scripture, too. Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger.”

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

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204. “No. You’re not going to lug around your mattress on top of my car to save yourself money with the movers.”

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205. “Do you remember what it was to be young?” She asked. “Every trouble would be solved by sundown, and every dawn you’d have a new chance to remake the world.”

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

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207. “How she wanted someone to care about her! A thick, destructive yearning flamed inside her chest, and a flicker of emotion must have shown on Maite’s face because he chuckled and quickly added, “It’s not love. Not like that. We broke up.”

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208. “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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209. “I apologize. This is only the second dance I’ve attended, and I can see it will end catastrophically already.”

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210. “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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211. “What? Are you suddenly bashful?” he asked. “Last time we were here it wasn’t the case.” “That was a dream,” she stammered. “It doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.”

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212. “There is no after.”

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213. “As she wrote down her number, Maite wondered what would be the first thing she’d steal from Leonora. She took great care in choosing her loot. It was never anything extravagant, anything people would notice, but it must always be something interesting.”

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

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215. “When you looked at Meche the first impression was that she was going to punch you in the face; she was made of such strong angles. However, if you looked long enough there was a delicate softness beneath her which manifested in the very long neck, the graceful fingers which were meant to play instruments, the petite frame. She was a knot of contradictions and these, thrown together, created an interesting composition.”

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216. “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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217. “She had peered into the soul, the life, of another human being, and she had cut out a part of them and they’d never know it.”

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

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

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221. “She longed. Not for one specific thing but for everything; she had longed for a long time. He’d made this longing worse: it followed her quietly, this awkward feeling under her skin.”

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222. “It’s no good telling tales without a drink.”

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223. “Viridiana dreamt too much. She knew it. Her father had dreamt too. Dreamt himself into pity and exhaustion.”

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224. “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.”

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225. “I liked El Gazpacho. He was an okay dude. That’s why I bothered looking for him and then bothered to tell you. I could have just taken your money. El Mago is no saint, you should know that by now.”

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226. “She would be turning thirty. Thirty was the age of an old maid, the point of no return, and her mother would no doubt remind her about that, insisting that she knew some young man or another who would be perfect for.”

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

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228. “It is not advisable to fling yourself at a man simply because he brings you flowers. Be sensible and watch the words that come out of your mouth. You should not have spoken of an engagement without proper assurances.”

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229. “It didn’t matter if you were the Hunchback of Notre Dame, you still had a chance to romance Esmeralda.”

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230. “That night, at home, she pinched the flabby skin of her belly and thought about cutting it with a pair of scissors. Then she wept over an issue of Secret Romance.”

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

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232. “She had been a pretty girl when she was young, but the years had corroded her easy beauty. What was left was a hard shell. It reminded Montserrat a little of Ewers’s look. He’d had that trace of resentment in his mouth as if something had been denied to him. A hunger, in the pit of their bellies.”

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233. “The mirrors were supposed to be “wall art” and lend an air of class to the joint, but the results were more tacky than elegant.”

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234. “I wish you were a coward instead of a hero,” he said, speaking bitterly, like old wood cracking, snapping in two, making her ache.”

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235. “Mexico City was an apocalyptically dysfunctional place at the best of times, what with the pollution, the flooding, the teetering concrete slums, and the city sinking into the lake bed upon which it was built. However, that day, with the sun hiding behind thick clouds and the rain coming down so heavily, it was damn hellish. Rodrigo wished he could head home, back to the sunny, arid North. But there was too much work to be done.”

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236. “Viridiana thought Manuel represented more desire than affection, and knew enough about nets and sharks to picture herself tangled in a certain placid mediocrity which terrified her.”

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237. “But he needed a story and she needed to tell one. So she did, until he didn’t care whether she was lying or speaking the truth.”

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238. “Now is always the answer.”

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239. “Wood and glass and a roof do not constitute a world.”

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

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242. “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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243. “Indeed. Innocents do not question people’s motives. You’ve come to hurt me, Hector. You’ve come to toy with us. Feel free to toy with her. But you’ll find I am not a piece you can slide across your board.”

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244. “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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245. “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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246. “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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247. “I was willing, until two hours ago, to toss myself on a couch and tell a psychiatrist how the other kids bullied me when I was little and that I wasn’t potty-trained until I was three.”

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248. “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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249. “Vampires drained you one way or another.”

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

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