Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of it.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

252. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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254. “Time is a treacherous mistress. In our youth it flows slow and deep; the days stretch out endlessly. When we are children, a summer lasts for a century. As we age, the flow of time speeds up. Suddenly, a year vanishes with the snap of one’s fingers. How quickly time eludes us, how easily it tricks us.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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256. “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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257. “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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258. “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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259. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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262. “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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263. “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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264. “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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265. “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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266. “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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267. “She was part of a story.”

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268. “Could someone plateau at twenty-four? Could your brain shrink? She felt tired and listless all the time. Often, she was sad for no reason.”

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269. “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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270. “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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271. “I don’t even know if I exist anymore.”

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272. “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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273. “Have you exhausted the self-pity?”

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274. “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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275. “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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276. “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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277. “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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278. “He had a treacherous smile.”

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279. “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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280. “I’ll think of you the night of the party, Judith, when I rush through the forest and tear open a stag’s throat with a single bite. I’ll remember how the red of the ribbon matches the red of its blood.” “You’re a madman,” she said, freeing herself of his grasp and adjusting the shawl. “Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”

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

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

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

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286. “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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287. “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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288. “She loved the characters she found between the printed pages, and she suffered bitterly with them.”

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

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

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291. “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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292. “An occultist and a writer. I can’t even remember my appointments for Monday,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But I do admit people can get into bizarre hobbies when they’re in show business. Is that why the film ought to be infamous? Because that German boy said abracadabra and presto?”

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293. “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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294. “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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295. “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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296. “As for the Devil, he seemed to live everywhere in New England. There was a Devil’s Rock and a Devil’s Footprint and a Devil’s Pulpit.”

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

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299. “The barons of barely minted empires of telegraph wires and fresh steel could socialize elsewhere.”

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

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