Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Now she was there, real and solid, and he wanted to die without her and wanted to live for her.”

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252. “She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.”

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253. “Hector was like a castaway who had washed up on a room of velvet curtains and marble floors. The revelers might as well have been wild animals ready to tear off a chunk of his flesh.”

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254. “You do tricks for adoring crowds onstage and forget that it is not all artifice and sleight of hand when you step off. The pauper does not get the princess, Hector Auvray.”

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255. “To this day I carry that scratch the tiger gifted me upon the chest, a long, puckered slash that aches when it rains. The scar feels like ice on those days, which is why I tell you this story is true, and I tell it because my brother would have liked to have seen it on paper, since he liked his books very much. The story of the summer when the tiger came to the mountains and we were young.”

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256. “She’d always been so afraid that the land would eat her, but it was obvious now that the answer was you had to eat it.”

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257. “But painting is the repeated exposure to a thing. It captures the essence of the object.”

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258. “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.”

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259. “Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of it.”

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260. “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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261. “It’s one thing to cut off a rooster’s head, and another to steal a corpse from a cemetery.”

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262. “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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263. “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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264. “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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265. “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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266. “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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267. “Viridiana dreamt too much. She knew it. Her father had dreamt too. Dreamt himself into pity and exhaustion.”

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268. “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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269. “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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270. “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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271. “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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272. “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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273. “Death, she walked next to Death, and Death wore the face of a man. So she spoke to Death like a man, raised her voice to him, she might even defy him, but of course he was no man.”

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274. “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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275. “She was a girl. A girl who had played at murder and only succeeded in getting her sister killed in the process. A girl who could not be relied on to provide good counsel. A girl who ran off into the night, launched herself into a wild escape. A girl who was sick and tired. A girl who couldn’t pretend she was a tough cookie who could get through this intact.”

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276. “She could not express her feelings, nor render the beating of her heart upon a page; she poured herself into every smile and every touch, attempting to clutch an ocean of passion between her hands for him.”

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277. “She was part of a story.”

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278. “Not that this helped the fishermen, since they sold the meat for a peso while the merchant sold it for fifteen in the city. But people had to make a living.”

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279. “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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280. “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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281. “I don’t even know if I exist anymore.”

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282. “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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283. “Have you exhausted the self-pity?”

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284. “Her mystery eclipses tarnished stars we kept for wishing on. Perhaps our daughters will walk in shadow gladly, holding hunger inside them for a weapon.”

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285. “I shall now go to hell, she thought, because that was what happened when you looked at a naked man who was not your husband and this one was handsome.”

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286. “He was very conscious of all rules and regulations. Born outside wealth, he’d had to manufacture himself and did not want to appear conspicuous.”

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287. “No. It’s not every day I meet a lady who could toss all my glassware onto the floor without touching it,” he replied in a neutral voice.”

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288. “He had a treacherous smile.”

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289. “He changed. He was always changing, a thousand tiny ripples, tiny tessellations and dark reflections. It threw her out of balance, and her breath burned in her mouth.”

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290. “A man’s reputation is his calling card, and you have no card to speak of.”

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291. “Fate is a force more powerful than gods, a fact they resent, since mortals are often given more leeway and may be able to navigate its current.”

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292. “It was his covetous heart, which now had focused on Antonina and aimed to consume her.”

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293. “Now you can be a stubborn coward and live the rest of your life inside my guest room, or maybe you can help me put an end to Ewers’s spell.”

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294. “But she was an extra in this film. They were the protagonists.”

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295. “Maite understood little, but she grasped this: that beneath banal phrases and appeals to the good of the nation something dangerous simmered.”

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296. “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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297. “She loved the characters she found between the printed pages, and she suffered bitterly with them.”

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298. “Imagination had also fashioned the dwellings of the gods.”

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299. “We can only pay our debts with blood. The ultimate gift is always blood.”

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300. “As Montgomery had said, what she wanted was not to be found at the bottom of a bottle, but she had no idea where it might be.”

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