Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “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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202. “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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203. “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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204. “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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205. “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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206. “War is seldom fair for any party involved.”

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

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208. “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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209. “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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210. “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.”

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211. “Nobody can find you here.”

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

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

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214. “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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215. “She’d said her vows and danced at her wedding party, and never once did she let the satisfied mask she wore slip.”

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

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

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

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

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223. “That strange dividing line inside her body, the crack that seemed to nestle at the center of her being, now felt deep and solid. A fault line, filled with dread and anger. It scared her, this capacity for strength, for violence. It also awed her.”

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

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

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227. “Nothing is easier.” Elisa said. “It’s just another way to get killed.”

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

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229. “But even when she gave nothing, he was happy because she was everything.”

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230. “She imagined the diamond comb weighing the girl down, like an anchor, tying her to Luc.”

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231. “She knew this story, and it must have a different ending.”

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232. “But other newspapers, and some folks – stupid protesters and their friends, and even a columnist or two who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut – were wagging their tongues, talking about brutes who had chased them down and even shot at them. It was getting messy.”

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233. “He’d loved her because she was different from him, but in the end that was what broke them.”

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234. “Seeking roses for your sweetheart?” the woman asked, without looking at them. “Red for passion and yellow for friendship, but lavender is for love at first sight.”

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235. “It was as if she had willed a part of her soul into his body, concealed it there. The best part of her, the part that was young and happy. There it had remained, safe.”

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236. “The bezoar. The serpent stone. Things hidden. Things that are not what they seem.”

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237. “He did not kiss her. He hovered next to her, pressed his forehead against her own instead, which was worse than any liberty he might have taken, more raw.”

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238. “In that event, I suppose instead of purchasing a necklace for you for your birthday, I ought to buy you a beetle.”

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

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240. “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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241. “Casiopea checked out and noticed the lobby looked different. The luster of it was gone. It was a feeling, as though she were standing in an empty shell.”

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242. “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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243. “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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244. “The god of your church, if he is awake, does not live in these lands.”

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245. “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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246. “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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247. “You were honest with men and they ate your heart, then spat it out. You couldn’t let them see the naked self beneath the mascara and rouge. You couldn’t let them find you curled up and small in the middle of the bed.”

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248. “Furthermore, she had gleaned enough about sophisticated fashions from the magazines that she wouldn’t stand out in such an environment. Oh, she’d chuck away the sensible shoes and the brown jackets for something with a little more pizzazz. At a place like that some glamour wouldn’t be unexpected, would it? Just a smidgen of it.”

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249. “Her words were candid and he found himself amused by the naivety. Rather than schooling her with a scowl and a clipped yes, which normally suited him magnificently, he gave her a proper answer.”

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250. “Antonina. Back in the city, with her great-aunts, and somehow she’d attracted the eye of this hungry fox, innocent lamb that she was.”

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