Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “I don’t play vinyl because it reminds me of you.”

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302. “But now?” he asked, looking doubtful. “Now is always the answer.”

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303. “Francis drove up a narrow road that climbed deeper into the mountains, the air growing rawer, the mist intensifying. She rubber her hands together.”

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304. “He knew that in the years to come, even when they were old and gray and their spines were bent by the weight of time, he would remember her as she was in that moment, with a couple of stray yellow flowers in her hair, her lips parted. He stood still, holding the moment against his heart. Then she turned her head and smiled at him.”

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305. “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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306. “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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307. “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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308. “She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest.”

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309. “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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310. “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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311. “I apologize. This is only the second dance I’ve attended, and I can see it will end catastrophically already.”

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312. “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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313. “He was like the sun in the sky, lighting her days.”

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314. “She could not see where they were headed, nor the place where they’d come from, and thus felt as though time and the world around her transmogrified, became unknowable; it was if she were traveling in a dream.”

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315. “There were bland photos of boats and landscapes with the words RELAXATION and MEDITATION printed beneath them. There was also a poster about Jesus and footsteps in the sand, as if banality could be exponentially increased.”

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316. “But you had money, she thought. People can take their time when they have money. They can exhaust all roads and partake in all their whims, while people with no cash need to make decisions quickly. They are forced into making those decisions. By their parents, by their neighbours, by the whole town.”

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317. “She smiled. In return, he gave her a smidgen of a smile, so tiny she felt she might have to cup it in her hands to keep it safe, or the wind might blow it away.”

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318. “I think she wanted nothing from me,” Hector added, “nothing at all but to let her love me.”

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319. “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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320. “Iron and ice are difficult to embrace.”

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

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322. “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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323. “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.”

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324. “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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325. “Her every waking hour was yearning; the nights were sleepless sorrow.”

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

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

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329. “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.”

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330. “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.”

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

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

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

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335. “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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336. “It was as if she had willed a part of her soul into his body, concealed it there. The best part of her, the part that was young and happy. There it had remained, safe.”

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

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

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

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340. “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.”

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

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342. “You made a haunted house out of your own flesh and bones.”

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343. “You’re not driving me home looking like you were just mashed by a steamroller and stinking of tequila. Come on, let’s tuck you in bed.”

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344. “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.”

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

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346. “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.”

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347. “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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348. “Back then, when I was a young woman, there were still witches. That was what Nana Alba used to say when she told Minerva bedtime stories; it was the preamble that led into a realm of shadows and mysteries.”

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349. “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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350. “Then came all the mutts of the world. That’s what he called them. The ‘mutts.’ The mixed people of Mexico. And then all the other races that made him shudder; each level of the pyramid was carefully color-graded.”

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