Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
Page 6 of 8

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

252. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

253. “In the countryside, they say this means that the spirit is restless. Your soul is trying to escape your body. Other times, they say you are a witch.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

255. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

257. “Catalina’s mother was from France. My father is from Veracruz and my mother from Oaxaca. We are Mazatec on her side. What is your point?” she asked flatly.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

258. “In her misery, she was able to find the beauty of spite and cling to it.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

259. “Elvis didn’t know what El Mago expected him to say. It seemed to him that when you’ve been sharing meals and assignments with a dude for months on end that you owe it to the guy to at least try and get him some help and not let him die like a dog in the street.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

260. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

263. “Elizabeth hadn’t killed herself. She’d been murdered. Women were butterflies to be pinned against a board. Poor child, she couldn’t know her fate yet.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

265. “Abel Urueta would get a sunburn if he stood at the beach for three minutes. Alma: same story. The elites in Mexico are proud of their European roots.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

266. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

267. “The whiter you were, the better. Even his “exotic” looks were only allowed on television because he had the correct mix of facial features, height, and skin tone. Yet he still stared at Montserrat in surprise and then at Urueta.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

268. “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?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

269. “This was an amulet, quite pagan, but of course the inhabitants of the household were all devout Catholics who mixed superstitions and religions with ease.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

271. “Maite wished she had been born in Monaco or New York. Most of the girls in the comic books she read looked like they’d never set a foot in places like the Doctores. If they had toiled in poverty, then they had been lifted to a higher plane by the fat wallet of their beloved. Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

272. “The world had smelled like this in the beginning, during creation, when the ocean raged and the creatures in the water multiplied, making the ocean teem with life.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

274. “This is exactly what he wanted: to have an apartment with high ceilings and bookcases going all the way up, the hardwood floors and the coffee table of glass and polished metal.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

278. “She did this because she didn’t fancy Ewers’s complicated runes, but also because magic, from what Ewers seemed to be saying, was an exercise in belief and the self.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

279. “Such quiet. The quiet between stars. She thought she could almost hear her blood moving through her veins and her heart was loud as a drum, and when she touched the covers the rustle was like dragging a piece of furniture across the floor.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

280. “You always leave, you do. You find a new fling and off you go, merrily forgetting I exist, and then you come back six months later once that’s done and you need attention. You’re never there when I need you.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

282. “But the eye had now changed. The pupil, like a black mirror, caught reflections. The street, the cars going down the boulevards, and his young companion. She was rendered in most vivid colors.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

283. “We do not go to town often. If you have business there, you must ask me, and I’ll have Charles drive you.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

284. “Her hands were hard and ugly from beating the laundry against the stone lavadero, but her mind had the worst of it. She yearned for a sliver of freedom.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

285. “Many of them had come from Mexico City, where they met doing yoga around Parque Hundido, and they’d spent time at Real de Catorce and Huautla, like any middle-class wannabe hippie did, before they stumbled onto Jalisco.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

286. “As if she had been able to peer into the most intimate recesses of a person’s mind and pulled open a hidden compartment.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

287. “The government calls everything subversive,” he said. “A poster of Mao Tse-tung is subversive. They can accuse you of promoting social dissolution and jail you because you went to a rally. They’ll spy on you if you’re a journalist who writes the wrong sort of columns.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

288. “Some people are made to be lonely.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

291. “Sharks were clean killers. Scorpions were not. Scorpions were secretive little monsters.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

292. “The nature of hate is mysterious. It can gnaw at the heart for an eon, then depart when one expected it to remain as immobile as a mountain. But even mountains erode.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

293. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

294. “Folktales are full of such coincidences that are never coincidences at all, but the brittle games of powerful forces.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

295. “You’re ours, like it or not. You’re ours and you’re us.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

296. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

297. “Her father had been entirely indifferent to such structured learning. Schools leave you without ambition, he said.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

298. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

299. “Keep squeezing my hand then and complaining at the same time, you’ll see some real insolence,” she sputtered.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

300. “He had a treacherous smile.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia