Quotes About Consort

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.

The great error of the Catholic Church, the Protestant, Christian and Evangelical churches is that they preach a Christos devoid of his consort: Sophia.

Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.

Sibylla, daughter of Henry I of England, and consort of Alexander the First of Scotland. This

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark. MERCUTIO: If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

I know he has a consort he favors, though she is of low rank.

The queen was a dependent of the king, not his partner. She was a consort

Sex was obligatory for a queen consort of France.

Those whom the gods chose as their property must not consort with mortals.

It's not going to make a very good story, in the annals of my time as sister queen." She quoted dryly, "'Then her consort jumped up and knocked the foreign queen unconscious with a kettle.

Moon had been consort to Jade, sister queen of the Indigo Cloud Court, for eleven days and nobody had tried to kill him yet. He thought it was going well so far.

She trusts me to take care of myself, even when she doesn't want to. I can't be like a normal consort; I'll just cause trouble. Look what I did at Opal Night, and I wasn't even trying.

The descendant who does what is good. His actions all emulate the past. Do not consort with a rowdy. It harms you when one hears of it.

his consort didn't recognize the fear that drove her to ask such questions, a fear that could be encapsulated in seven simple words that formed a vicious sentence: Will this flaw make you reject me? ... She knew she held Raphael's heart, she knew, and yet a wary, wounded part of her worried he'd change his mind one day, find her no longer worthy of loving.

If I am to be consort to the first archangel-Made," Raphael continued, while she was still gaping at the idea of all that deadly power in her body, "I will undertake my duties with utmost solemnity. I'll throw great balls and invite—

I'm a fucking hunter, and I'm the fucking consort to the Archangel of New York.

You are a symbol—even if I am missed, so long as people can see you in the air, they'll feel safe." Because everyone knows I would not leave my consort in a city I didn't feel was protected against all harm. "Shit," Elena muttered. "I hate it when you make sense.

Like Raphael's Seven," Izak continued, aching hope in his expression. "You're a consort. Elijah's consort has a Guard." Elena didn't know what she would do with a Guard, but saying no to this fragile, broken, hopeful boy was out of the question. "Consider yourself the first member." His smile lit up the whole room.

Maybe she didn't know exactly how to be a consort, but she knew the members of a team functioned better with acknowledgment. And these people were all part of her team now—part of her family.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.