Quotes About Mates

When I'm sat in the pub with my mates, they've got their stories: Richard and Tracy have split up, they went to Arsenal and this fight broke out... My anecdotes are like, 'I was in this bar, and Michelle Pfeiffer rang, and I had wax in my ear, so I couldn't hear what she was saying...'

Football-wise, I help with my 12-year-old and his team, and I play football on a Friday with my mates and that's about it. I always look out for results at Rovers and Southampton mainly, and I go and watch Liverpool when I can.

I started playing football with my mates and my brothers, in the playground or the park or the front garden. It was just about enjoying it, having a good time playing. I wanted to play all the time.

In the early days of the Libertines, we used to put on Arcadian cabaret nights. There'd be some girl climbing out of an egg; we'd try and get a couple of mates to tell a few jokes, performance poets, and then we'd play in the middle of it all. More people were on stage than in the crowd.

I would love to do skiing and go with my mates and have a chalet, have a drink, have a good time, and just switch off. Or maybe a marathon or something crazy like that.

I am not entirely against horse racing. I even had a share in a horse syndicate with a few mates.

War's a bugger, isn't it?" he said. "All the mates I started out with are gone. And now most of the boys I flew with." He said it in the most matter-of-fact way, as if it were something quite expected.

I had that whole banter with the police. My mates used to make up raps about Dad being a policeman, it's hilarious.

I'm inspired by the sheer ingenuity and intelligence possessed by my fellow band mates.

My team mates are fundamental for my characteristics, if they send in crosses I can play inside the area.

Welcome, New Year, said Captain Jim, bowing low as the last stroke died away. I wish you all the best years of your lives, mates. I reckon taht whatever the New Year brings us will be the best the Great Captain has for us -and somehow or other we'll all make port in a good harbour.

AI will have to analyze human feelings accurately in order to treat human illnesses, identify human terrorists, recommend human mates, and navigate a street full of human pedestrians. But it could do so without having any feelings of its own. An algorithm does not need to feel joy, anger, or fear in order to recognize the different biochemical patterns of joyful, angry, or frightened apes.

I watched football, but I was a kid who really preferred being out on the street with my mates playing hide and seek!

There's a lot of animals in the open ocean - most of them that make light. And we have a pretty good idea, for most of them, why. They use it for finding food, for attracting mates, for defending against predators. But when you get down to the bottom of the ocean, that's where things get really strange.

I was always pretty good at school, but a lot of it was memorising, maybe cheating off your mates, stuff that gets you through.

When I was a teenager, you were either a punk, a skinhead or a mod, or you weren't on the scene. Me and my mates were skinheads.

All men have a measure of cowardice in them. I learned that love of one's mates can overcome your fears. I learned that every survivor of this horror must try to live a good life because he lives for many men.

A lion is not a lion is not a lion. As individuals, as mates, as members of a society, they're all very different.

All my mates are at university, and it's a life I haven't had a chance to enjoy, so it's great to turn up and sample a bit of it.

He hadn't observed Kowalski or Debany licking their mates' hands.

When I do watch shows, or projects that I've been a part of, I'm pretty good at watching them objectively. And that's mostly because I want to see how it came out overall, what the overall story was and how it came together visually, what my mates were doing.

I watch films. I play the guitar: me and some mates - I wouldn't dignify it with the term band - get together and play.

I gather from the pattern of her flinches that the late unlamented Tien Vorsoisson was one of those subtle feral parasites who leave their mates scratching their heads and asking, Am I crazy? Am I crazy?

That isn't love." She had to force the words out. "No more than possession is love, Graeme. No more than Mating Heat is love. Without real love, what separates possession from obsession, and Mating Heat from biological rape? Mating Heat can begin without love, but like lust, it won't bind mates without love.