Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “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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302. “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.”

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303. “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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304. “Mexico City was an apocalyptically dysfunctional place at the best of times, what with the pollution, the flooding, the teetering concrete slums, and the city sinking into the lake bed upon which it was built. However, that day, with the sun hiding behind thick clouds and the rain coming down so heavily, it was damn hellish. Rodrigo wished he could head home, back to the sunny, arid North. But there was too much work to be done.”

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305. “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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306. “Wood and glass and a roof do not constitute a world.”

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307. “His good humor had evaporated, and the naked anger beneath the mask of courtesy made him ugly, which was a feat for someone that handsome. But he was not made for rage, and his lips should not be mouthing words as he did, the teeth tearing at each one.”

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

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309. “In her pirate novels the women were kidnapped or met their lovers in exciting ways. To be courted implied a mundane process akin to the cooking of beans or the washing of linen.”

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310. “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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311. “At length she came upon a lake that glowed an eerie blue, as if all the stars had fallen into the water and nestled in its bottom. She stretched out a hand and touched the surface of the lake, its luminescence rising, as if to meet her hand. She looked at her fingers, bathed in the blue glow, and smiled. It was then she noticed a drop of blood falling into the blue pool of water, creating ripples upon its surface.”

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312. “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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313. “That was a year and a half ago. And ‘seeing’ is a big word. If you go out with someone twice you are not seeing them,” she said calmly. “Anyway, we’re talking about you and Yolanda, not me.”

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314. “Vampires drained you one way or another.”

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315. “She’d always been so afraid that the land would eat her, but it was obvious now that the answer was you had to eat it.”

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

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317. “Now she was there, real and solid, and he wanted to die without her and wanted to live for her.”

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

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319. “The serpent does not devour its tail, it devours everything around it, voracious, its appetite never quenched.”

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

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321. “She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.”

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322. “Hector was like a castaway who had washed up on a room of velvet curtains and marble floors. The revelers might as well have been wild animals ready to tear off a chunk of his flesh.”

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323. “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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324. “At nights, one could stand in the courtyard and look up at a rectangle of night sky and survey the stars, but in the daytime the sun bathed the ivy growing on the walls and made the decorative tiles of the fountain glisten. Light, air, and water mixed together to produce a realm of enchantment.”

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325. “He’d soared to rare heights without the benefit of family or friends.”

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326. “You do tricks for adoring crowds onstage and forget that it is not all artifice and sleight of hand when you step off. The pauper does not get the princess, Hector Auvray.”

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

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328. “To this day I carry that scratch the tiger gifted me upon the chest, a long, puckered slash that aches when it rains. The scar feels like ice on those days, which is why I tell you this story is true, and I tell it because my brother would have liked to have seen it on paper, since he liked his books very much. The story of the summer when the tiger came to the mountains and we were young.”

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329. “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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330. “Let’s try another route. How about power, Montserrat? The power you’ve craved since you were a little girl, when they mocked you and shoved you and called you dirty names. The power you lack when those men sneer at you and ignore your contributions, your brilliance. The power to make the whole world see you.”

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331. “Here, in Loisail, even if she was hidden away at the moment. She existed and colored the city for him, lit it brighter than the elegant iron lampposts.”

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

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333. “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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334. “Desire was not passion and passion was not love.”

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335. “The parties at the Tunons’ house always ended unquestionably late, and since the hosts enjoyed costume parties in particular, it was not unusual to see Chinas Poblanas with their folkloric skirts and ribbons in their hair arrive in the company of a harlequin or a cowboy.”

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

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337. “There are plenty of shining examples in the world that demonstrate love need not be a condition of a successful marriage. You might agree on this point.”

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338. “Nobody can find you here.”

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339. “The feeling that this was someone who devoured people, but never got his suit dirty.”

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340. “She had to be good because she was pretty and young and his friend. Right?”

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341. “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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342. “It was a thankless job that had her sometimes catching three hours of sleep on one of the couches around Antares so she could keep working through the night.”

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343. “Kika changed seats, pulling a chair and joining Ana at her table. Gang member, very likely, even if she seemed to dabble in unorthodox outfits. Not that Ana wanted that to be the case, but the way this conversation was going there were few other options to consider, though movie extra from a remake of Gilda might fit the bill. She had the femme fatale aura down pat.”

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344. “But she liked this man’s quirks and imperfections, the lack of playboy smarts coupled with a quiet intelligence.”

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345. “At the entrance there had been a painting or a mirror on a wall, and it’s oval outline was visible against the wallpaper, like a lonesome fingerprint at the scene of a crime.”

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346. “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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347. “She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see any of that. There was such ugliness in the world.”

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

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349. “Do you think I am a dog to whom you can throw scraps?” he asked in a low voice.”

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

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