Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “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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302. “Wood and glass and a roof do not constitute a world.”

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303. “She wished to be unafraid and for the world to be good. Neither thing seemed possible.”

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304. “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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305. “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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306. “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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307. “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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308. “The barons of barely minted empires of telegraph wires and fresh steel could socialize elsewhere.”

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

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310. “I don’t play vinyl because it reminds me of you.”

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311. “When they were kids, she could outrun all the other children in the neighborhood despite her bad foot. He supposed she was still trying to outrun everyone.”

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

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313. “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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314. “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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315. “I apologize. This is only the second dance I’ve attended, and I can see it will end catastrophically already.”

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316. “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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317. “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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318. “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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319. “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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320. “Besides, bitterness will only poison you, not them.”

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321. “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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322. “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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323. “I think she wanted nothing from me,” Hector added, “nothing at all but to let her love me.”

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324. “Besides, boys her age were dull, always talking about the parties they had been to the previous week or the one they were planning to go to the week after. Easy, shallow men. Yet the thought of anyone more substantial made her nervous, for she was trapped between competing desires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change.”

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

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326. “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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327. “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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328. “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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329. “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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330. “Iron and ice are difficult to embrace.”

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

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

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334. “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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335. “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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336. “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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337. “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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338. “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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339. “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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340. “Even if the darkness never ended and swallowed him whole, he’d still run to her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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348. “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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349. “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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350. “In her misery, she was able to find the beauty of spite and cling to it.”

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