Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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253. “Now she was there, real and solid, and he wanted to die without her and wanted to live for her.”

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

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255. “The serpent does not devour its tail, it devours everything around it, voracious, its appetite never quenched.”

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

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

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258. “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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259. “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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260. “At nights, one could stand in the courtyard and look up at a rectangle of night sky and survey the stars, but in the daytime the sun bathed the ivy growing on the walls and made the decorative tiles of the fountain glisten. Light, air, and water mixed together to produce a realm of enchantment.”

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261. “He’d soared to rare heights without the benefit of family or friends.”

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

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264. “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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265. “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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266. “Let’s try another route. How about power, Montserrat? The power you’ve craved since you were a little girl, when they mocked you and shoved you and called you dirty names. The power you lack when those men sneer at you and ignore your contributions, your brilliance. The power to make the whole world see you.”

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

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269. “What resentments could sprout in a young heart when all affection and love had been denied?”

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270. “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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271. “Desire was not passion and passion was not love.”

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272. “The parties at the Tunons’ house always ended unquestionably late, and since the hosts enjoyed costume parties in particular, it was not unusual to see Chinas Poblanas with their folkloric skirts and ribbons in their hair arrive in the company of a harlequin or a cowboy.”

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

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274. “There are plenty of shining examples in the world that demonstrate love need not be a condition of a successful marriage. You might agree on this point.”

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275. “Nobody can find you here.”

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

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277. “She had to be good because she was pretty and young and his friend. Right?”

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278. “The CIA is terrified of communists in Latin America and Mexico is dangerously close to Cuba.”

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279. “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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280. “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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281. “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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282. “You’re very silly or very brave, living in a haunted house.”

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

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284. “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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285. “They were both angry at the world, that was why this was happening. It was a kiss of scorpions, both heavy with poison. Both weary too. The tension and excitement of the past few days was the kindle they required.”

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

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287. “Catalina had told her she expected more. True romance, she said. True feelings.”

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

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289. “He engaged in an indolent existence punctuated by the most expensive treats and drinks he could find in town.”

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290. “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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291. “You don’t understand,” he said. “I’m the worst of friends to you. You ought to spend more time with people who are more animated than me, younger and lively. I am like a rickety, haunted house, Miss Beaulieu. Best find a new abode. I won’t be troubling you any longer.”

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292. “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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293. “Often life doesn’t make sense, and if Elvis had a motto it was that: life’s a mess. That’s probably why he loved music and factoids. They helped him construct a more organized world.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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295. “Some people are born under a lucky star, while others have their misfortune telegraphed by the position of the planets.”

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296. “Maybe it was not the only thing that had broken him. The brunt of cruelty, of the world, had taken its toll and marked him. But she’d been his solace and his hope, the balm from ugliness and wrongdoings. Then she’d left him and admitted that she’d never really loved him.”

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297. “The only thing Montserrat had done with her hair was tie it into a ponytail, but Nando was a horny dog trying to butter her up like a succulent lobster. She’d dodged enough creeps to know how to deal with this one.”

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298. “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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299. “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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300. “All of us are daughters denied some truth or other; craving ancient wisdom like the bitterness of stars against Her tongue, expiring into darkness.”

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