Mate Quotes

“If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I'm not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I'm here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“God will bring the right person into your life at the right time. Always believe that! If they are not there, God isn't finished yet!”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Here's another poem,
like all others before and after,
dedicated to you.
There isn't anything left to be said
but I will spend my life
trying to put you into words.
You who is every goodness,
every optimism
and hope.
Your love is a better fate for me
than anything I could wish for.
If you are a part of me,
then you’re the best part.
And if you're separate from me,
then you are my destination.
But I’ve become a weary traveller,
so please,
let us never be apart.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“It is not the hand that rocks the cradle that rules the world; it is the woman that holds the keys to the kingdom.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“It 's the time of year when Canadians mate.”
― Craig Ferguson

“Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Become a part of me, as I become a part of you. And ever after, I promise myself to thee. Each day we share, I shall be honest, good, and true. If this you seek, heed my Call. From this moment on, there is no other for me but you”
― Shayla Black

“As I become a part of you, you become a part of me. I will be honest, good, and true. I heed your Call. 'Tis you I seek. From this moment on, there is no other for me but you.”
― Shayla Black

“The Suriel's stained teeth clacked against each other. 'If you wish to speed your mate's healing, in addition to your blood, a pink-flowered weed sprouts by the river. Make him chew it.'

I fired my arrow at the snare before I finished hearing its words.

The trap sprang free. And the word clicked through me.

Mate.

'What did you say?'

The Suriel rose to its full height, towering over me even from across the clearing. I had not realised that despite the bone, it was muscled- powerful.

'If you wish to...' The Suriel paused, and grinned, showing nearly all of those brown, thick teeth. 'You did not know, then.'

'Say it,' I gritted out.

'The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.'

I wasn't entirely breathing.

'Interesting,' the Suriel said.

Mate.

Mate.

Mate.

Rhysand was my mate.

Not lover, not husband, but more than that. A bond so deep, so permanent that it was honoured above all others. Rare, cherished.

Not Tamlin's mate.

Rhysand's.

I was jealous, and pissed off...

You're mine.

The words slipped out of me, low and twisted, 'Does he know?'

The Suriel clenched the robes of its new cloak in its bone-fingers. 'Yes.'

'For a long while?'

'Yes. Since-'

'No. He can tell me- I want to hear it from his lips.'

The Suriel cocked its head. 'You are- you are feeling too much, too fast. I cannot read it.'

'How can I possibly be his mate?' Mates were equals- matched, at least in some ways.

'He is the most powerful High Lord to ever walk this earth. You are... new. You are made of all seven High Lords. Unlike anything. Are you two not similar in that? Are you not matched?'

Mate. And he knew- he'd known.

I glanced toward the river, as if I could see all the way to the cave, to where Rhysand slept.

When I looked back at the Suriel, it was gone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You are his mate for all intents and purposes, and with that comes the responsibility of caring for his…booboos.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Let this be known. The same end will come to any who move to harm my mate again. Push me no further, or your whole world will burn!” I roared. “Burn it.”
― E.V. Drake

“I prefer to be a swan and have one mate for life.”
― Steven Magee

“Please, you’re not listening.” I loosen my hold around Dane’s neck, and a snarl rips out of his mouth.

“Explain before your mate goes all fee-fi-fo-fum,” Valen drawls.

“Don’t compare me to that dumb motherfucker who thought legumes were a legit form of currency,” Dane snaps, turning from the door and glowering at Valen.

“Uh, teddy bear, that’s Jack. The giant is the one who says fee-fi-fo-fum.”
― Rory Miles, Twilight Terrors

“Female orgasm seems poorly designed as a pair-bonding mechanism, but it is perfectly designed as a discriminatory system that separates the men from the boys.”
― Geoffrey Miller, The Mating Mind: How Sexual Choice Shaped the Evolution of Human Nature

“You don't get to ask questions,' I said, and he looked up at me, exhaustion and pain lining his face, my blood shining on his lips. Part of me hated the words, for acting like this while he was wounded, but I didn't care. 'You only get to answer them. And nothing more.'

Wariness flooded his eyes, but he nodded, biting off another mouthful of the weed and chewing.

I stared down at him, the half-Illyrian warrior who was my soul-bonded partner.

'How long have you know that I'm your mate?'

Rhys stilled. The entire world stilled.

He swallowed. 'Feyre.'

'How long have you know that I'm your mate.'

'You... You ensnared the Suriel?' How he'd pieced it together, I didn't give a shit.

'I said you don't get to ask questions.'

I thought something like panic might have flashed over his features. He chewed again on the plant- as if it instantly helped, as if he knew that he wanted to be at his full strength to face this, face me. Colour was already blooming on his cheeks, perhaps from whatever healing was in my blood.

'I suspected for a while,' Rhys said, swallowing once more. 'I knew for certain when Amarantha was killing you. And when we stood on the balcony Under the Mountain- right after we were freed, I felt it snap into place between us. I think when you were Made, it... it heightened the smell of the bond. I looked at you then and the strength of it hit me like a blow.'

He'd gone wide-eyed, had stumbled back as if shocked- terrified. And had vanished.

That had been over half a year ago.

My blood pounded in my ears. 'When were you going to tell me?'

'Feyre.'

'When were you going to tell me?'

'I don't know. I wanted to yesterday. Or whenever you'd noticed that it wasn't just a bargain between us. I hoped you might realise when I took you to bed, and-'

'Do the others know?'

'Amren and Mor do. Azriel and Cassian suspect.'

My face burned. They knew- they- 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you... you were enduring everything and it didn't feel right to tell you.'

'I deserved to know.'

'The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me- a mess.' So the words I'd spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him.

'You promised- you promised no secrets, no games. You promised.'

Something in my chest was caving in on itself. Some part of me I'd thought long gone.

'I know I did,' Rhys said, the glow returning to his face. 'You think I didn't want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn't drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should just tell you, or wait- or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don't have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?'

'I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear you explain how you assumed that you knew best, that I couldn't handle it-'

'I didn't do that-'

'I don't want to hear you tell me that you decided I was to be kept in the dark while you friends knew, while you all decided what was right for me-'

'Feyre-'

'Take me back to the Illyrian camp. Now.'

He was panting in great, rattling gulps. 'Please.'

But I stormed to him and grabbed his hand. 'Take me back now.'

And I saw the pain and sorrow in his eyes. Saw it and didn't care, not as that thing in my chest was twisting and breaking. Not as my heart- my heart- ached, so viciously that I realised it'd somehow been repaired in these past few months. Repaired by him.

And now it hurt.

Rhys saw all that and more on my face, and I saw nothing but agony in his as he rallied his strength, and, grunting in pain, winnowed us into the Illyrian camp.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I don't want a mate. I don't want a male.'

She wanted a human man.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Every atom in my body wanted me to tell her she was my mate.”
― Zoey Indiana, Totally Spooked

“Which of my friends would make such an offer? I may be a calm man, but there is nothing inside of me that will stop from beating him to a pulp.”

Is it weird that I find his threat hot? “No, I, uh, just meant Prince Cobar.”

“Prince Cobar?” The fury fades from his face, and he takes a shaky breath. “Well, that’s different, I have no choice but to share you with him.” Now, I’m truly curious.

“You were about to kill some random guy a minute ago, why is it different with him?”
― Lacey Carter Andersen, Shadow of the Crown

“Mate.” He buries his face into my neck, and I tip my head to the side, shivering when he runs his lips over my throat. “Mine.” His words come out as a harsh growl that makes my pussy clench with need as the hard length of his cock presses against my ass. I can’t hold in my breathy moan.

“Oh, bloody hell. Really?” I slide my gaze to Valen. He’s shaking his head. “Go to the car, at least. There are children. Now I have to start all over.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer

“She may be delicate, but she’s no pushover. Even when her own wellbeing hangs in the balance, she’ll stick to her ground. I roll my eyes at my own misplaced kernel of pride.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea

“Her mate had a girlfriend. Or at least he was sexually active. Or … just really into people swinging from the ceiling? She didn’t understand what the weird text was about. Maybe it was a settlement thing. Maybe the ceiling-swinging was a settlement thing too.”
― Jane Washington, Tourner

“Finally finding someone you can tolerate, and more importantly, who can tolerate you, is so fucking rare. You are the smartest creature in all the world, so if you fuck this up, it's going to be the first stupid thing you've every done.”
― Alessa Thorn, Thoth

“Right," Warwick growled, getting into Killian's face. "I haven't had time to thank you for drugging and almost killing my mate.”
― Stacey Marie Brown, Bad Lands