Sometimes you stub your toe on a hard dog toy and your toe bleeds and then your dog licks the blood and a powerful human-dog bond is formed.

“You made art because it was the only thing you’d ever been good at, the only thing, really, you thought about between shorter bursts of thinking about the things everyone else thought about: sex and food and sleep and friends and money and fame. But somewhere inside you, whether you were making out with someone in a bar or having dinner with your friends, was always your canvas, its shapes and possibilities floating embryonically behind your pupils.”
— Hanya Yanagihara

Sometimes you talk with someone you've known for 21.5 years, and maybe that someone is your spouse and/or deepest friend, and you feel that yes, "This person is worth many decades of my life."