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We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

I feel like we all have our skeletons.

We have fallen in love with the body. That's that thing that looks back at us from the mirror. That's the repository of that lovely identity that you keep chasing all your life.

When an animal dies, it gives you the chance to love another animal. That's an insightful and profound way to look at it.

It is possible to take something beautiful and lasting out of the heart-wrenching experience of seeing the animal you love move inexorably toward death.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

I have a heart tattoo on the inside of my middle finger on my left hand.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

We usually say of ancient persons, that they have already one foot in the grave, and the rest of their life is nothing else but the bringing of these feet together.