Quotes About Mate

Who you get, and how it works out- there's so much luck involved, as well as the million branching consequences of your conscious choice of a mate, that no one and no amount of talking can untangle it if it turns out unhappily.

Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed. That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here? I padded to the door. "First, you didn't come home." Curran's voice held zero humor. "Second, I'm told that my mate is lingering in Raphael's house. There can't be any good reason for you to be here." "Are you spying on me, Your Furriness?" Kate asked.

People think I built the Pack, because I'm the guy who has the welfare of all shapeshifters in mind. They're wrong. Everything I built, I did so that when I mate and have children, nobody can touch my family. (...) I built all this so I can protect you.

Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. You and I will never be done.You're my mate. He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried. I stopped sleeping since you left, he said I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there. I closed my eyes. I need an answer, Andrea, he said. An answer? Mate. Yes or no. Do you need to ask? I whispered. You're my mate.

Still think she is worth it?" Mahon asked quietly. "Of course. She is my mate." Mahon sighed. "So you decided then." "Do you think we'd be laying here bleeding in the snow if I wasn't sure?" "Good point.

Why is everyone calling me Consort? Jim designated you as Consort in official papers. You don't want to be called Mate, calling you Alpha is confusing, and 'Beast Lady' makes people laugh.

Kate? What the hell are you doing here? I live here. Why? Because I'm with him now. Dagfinn looked at Curran. You and her are...? She's my mate, Curran said. Dagfinn swung his axe onto his shoulder. The runes sparked with pale green. Well, how about that? You know what, I don't care, I'll still beat your ass, but I like her so I won't kill you. Curran's eyes turned gold. Thanks.

Tell me something, Raphael? He was already turning, heading to the door. What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter? She hid her smile at his slip. What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend? Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. You can call me 'Master'.

What would you like to call me? That made her pause. Husband was too human, partner factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, mate...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. Mine, she said at last. He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. But for public consumption, you are my consort. Consort, she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. Yes, that fits.

the tortured master's mate, his long hair loose, his shirt collar open, he with his gentlemanly pedigree and almost mythic name: Fletcher Christian.

If you find yourself considering who to take for a lover because of his ability to defend you, you're getting pretty close to selecting a mate because you think he has desirable traits to pass along to future generations.

So let me get this straight---May's a virgin, lesbian, doppleganger, wyvern's mate?

I love this quote when Valerian the King of the Nymphs says to his mate Shaye; "I am Valerian, leader of the nymphs. You may call me Oh God, that is what the other surface dwellers have preferred to call me".

our social needs for intimacy, belonging, and acceptance. Mate preferences for status can explain our esteem needs for recognition, fame, and glory. Mate preferences for intelligence, knowledge, skills, and moral virtues can explain our cognitive needs to learn, discover, and create, and our self-actualization needs to fulfill our potential (for example, to display the highest possible mate value given our genetic quality).

And how is His Great Fussiness today?" Derek's eyes sparked a bit. "His Majesty is in an ill humor. Rumors are flying that his mate almost got herself shot.

Curran shrugged and pulled me back to him. "You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make. I already chose my mate and glued her ass to the chair to make sure she knew it." He didn't care. The stupid, stupid idiot.

I gave him my hard stare. "You're a control freak and I fight all authority. And you want us to mate?" A wicked spark lit his eyes. "Many, many times.

It had indeed been a failure of faith and courage not to wander on through the forest, not to search faithfully for his true mate, not to believe and endure.

I didn't think I'd ever follow Bez on to a reality TV show. But it was brilliant for him winning 'Celebrity Big Brother' and he's still my best mate.

Why is everyone calling me Consort?" "Jim designated you as Consort in official papers. You don't want to be called Mate, calling you Alpha is confusing, and 'Beast Lady' makes people laugh.

If you find your sacred soul mate, bind the love bond.

No matter what your laundry list of requirements in choosing a mate, there has to be an element of good luck and good fortune and good timing.

I later got some plausible explanation from evolutionary psychology, which claims that such physical manifestations of one's performance in life, just like an animal's dominant condition, can be used for signaling: It makes the winners seem easily visible, which is efficient in mate selection.

If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one.