Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate.
Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate.
Famous Times Square Kiss in Color
Black and white version of this photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt. It was taken on V-J Day in Times Square and was published in Life magazine in 1945.
Reddit user mygrapefruit colorized the photo using Photoshop CS 5 on a Wacom tablet. “I found some vintage postcards of Times Square to figure out the color of the buildings and some signs,” she said. “The rest of the colors I guessed by using common sense.”
—Lily Clark. o. bservers
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And I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitter steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.
Yuanfen(Chinese): A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.
Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.
Retrouvailles (French): The happiness of meeting again after a long time.
Ilunga (Bantu): A person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time; tolerate it the second time, but never a third time.
La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.
Ya’aburnee(Arabic): “You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
Forelsket: (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”
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It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
“Everything in the world plays: the blood in the veins of a lover, the sun on the water, and the musician on a violin.
“Everything good in life—love, nature, the arts, and family jests—is play. And when we actually play—whether we’re knocking down a tin battalion with a pea or drawing together across the net barrier in tennis—what we feel in our very muscles is the essence of that play which possesses the marvellous juggler, who tosses from hand to hand in an unbroken sparkling parabola … the planets of the universe.
“Man has played as long as he has existed. There are ages—holidays of humanity—when man is especially impassioned by games. So it was in bygone Greece, in bygone Rome, and so it is in our own Europe of today.”
—Vladimir Nabokov’s ringside vision of life, published for the first time in English in the Times Literary Supplement.
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.
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Unabashed enthusiasm