Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Folktales are full of such coincidences that are never coincidences at all, but the brittle games of powerful forces.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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

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

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257. “He had a treacherous smile.”

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258. “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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259. “Sharks haven’t changed in millions of years. They know how to survive better than we do.”

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260. “Loisail was as important as the air that she breathed. It was her city. She was in the society pages every other week, a constant fixture at the most lavish parties. The boulevards might as well have been named after her.”

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261. “He walked and let the rain kiss him.”

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262. “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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263. “Apparently some of the Hawks had even been trained by the CIA, who didn’t want commies in Latin America and were assisting the Mexican government, which meant that Elvis received a top-notch education.”

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264. “As usual, the smile hid the fangs.”

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265. “Iron and ice are difficult to embrace.”

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266. “The city could yield the chance of romance. Here, dramatic duels and great affairs took place.”

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267. “And life may not be fair, but I must be fair. I can’t turn away,” she said.”

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268. “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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269. “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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270. “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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271. “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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272. “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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273. “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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274. “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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275. “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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276. “She was part of a story.”

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277. “Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord. Have you forgotten your lessons?” “I can quote scripture, too. Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger.”

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278. “No. You’re not going to lug around your mattress on top of my car to save yourself money with the movers.”

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279. “Do you remember what it was to be young?” She asked. “Every trouble would be solved by sundown, and every dawn you’d have a new chance to remake the world.”

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280. “Turns out you don’t need a heart to live, after all.”

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281. “How she wanted someone to care about her! A thick, destructive yearning flamed inside her chest, and a flicker of emotion must have shown on Maite’s face because he chuckled and quickly added, “It’s not love. Not like that. We broke up.”

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282. “But there was a mysterious assertiveness in her eyes at times, which he enjoyed, and her hair was nice – it made him curious, he wished to touch it.”

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283. “I apologize. This is only the second dance I’ve attended, and I can see it will end catastrophically already.”

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284. “Any pleasant activity must also involve the acquisition of a spouse. That is, she should never have fun for the sake of having fun but only as a way to obtain a husband.”

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285. “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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286. “There is no after.”

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287. “As she wrote down her number, Maite wondered what would be the first thing she’d steal from Leonora. She took great care in choosing her loot. It was never anything extravagant, anything people would notice, but it must always be something interesting.”

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288. “Her whole life has been a pretty fiction, a story the doctor spun.”

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289. “When you looked at Meche the first impression was that she was going to punch you in the face; she was made of such strong angles. However, if you looked long enough there was a delicate softness beneath her which manifested in the very long neck, the graceful fingers which were meant to play instruments, the petite frame. She was a knot of contradictions and these, thrown together, created an interesting composition.”

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290. “Are you to reproach me? These idiotic parlor tricks are fit for rogues in gambling dens, not a proper lady. Not that Antonina behaves like a lady. Half the time she is close to a savage.”

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291. “She had peered into the soul, the life, of another human being, and she had cut out a part of them and they’d never know it.”

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292. “The first week of December. It was the season to devour empanadas, eat rosca de reyes, and listen to the fireworks exploding late at night. He was hoping to drink all the way through the posadas – he’d work off the calories in January. It was not the month to be chasing after murderers.”

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

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294. “What is godhood against the need of a child to save her brother? Nothing, I tell you.”

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

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296. “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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297. “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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298. “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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299. “We all have a path to travel and a fate written in the book of days.”

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300. “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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