86 Quotes by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

He sat back, his head against the door of the building. Meche, in turn, rested her head against his shoulder. For others, it might have been an intimate gesture. Maybe it was, but not in the way most people might think. Meche and Sebastian were used to each other, comfortable in their proximity. They folded and kept their dreams in the same drawer, spun fantasies side by side, lived in the easy harmony of youth which did not know the need for tall walls and sturdy defenses.

I like your daydreams, dear girl," he said quietly.

Do you miss it?" she asked, because there was longing in his words, and his kingdom sounded quite astonishing, not like the shadowy place of sorrow she'd been told about."I belong there," he said.

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.

Life bores you, Noemí. You like a hint of danger, but back home they wrap you in gauze, to keep you from breaking. But you’d like to break, wouldn’t you? You play with people and you wish someone would have the guts to play with you.

Fear is generous and does not exclusively lodge in the hearts of mortals.

Keep squeezing my hand then and complaining at the same time, you'll see some real insolence," she sputtered.

Noemí was struck with the desire to lean forward and kiss him, a feeling like wishing to light a match, a burning, bright, and eager feeling. Yet she hesitated. It was easy to kiss someone when it didn't matter; it was more difficult when it might be meaningful.