Author of quotes: Elinushka. Page 4

When I write, I breathe deeply. The lungs blossom from the inside with shoots of creativity, thoughts weave with eucalyptus and eustomas. And when you read these lines, then you and I transform this oxygen into pure inspiration. Inhale. Exhalation. Thoughts, feelings and countdown to the beginning of spring...

The smell of approaching spring is unbearable, so sweet that you just want to scoop it up with a spoon, like viscous honey. And even though her delicate, marshmallow-airy silk skirts, her light shawl strewn entirely with tremulous primroses and joyful green foliage fluttering from the slightest breath of breeze, her golden, soft curls, rosy cheeks, kind blue eyes are not yet visible... but her heart You can’t lie, I know she’s very close, perhaps so close that very soon, when you open the window, you will be very surprised. She will be there. My spring...

Be warm...

The sun is pouring across the floor of the house. I pour fragrant tea into a snow-white, Japanese-style cup. I lean towards a fresh bouquet of tulips. I feel a subtle, barely perceptible aroma. It smells like melting snow, the first greenery and the approaching spring. And the soul is immediately drawn to flowers, to sunny bunnies merrily jumping along the wall. Very soon... a thaw, clear murmuring streams, feather clouds on the watercolor-stained sky and birds returning home. For now, only tulips. A sensitive, gentle guide to spring...

Spring is not the beginning of March and not even the warmth of the sun always flowing from the heavens; spring is a state of mind, even if it is February outside the window.

Love and happiness to everyone! Love and be loved!!!

The noise of the coffee machine, the rustling of beans - these sounds make you listen and once again be convinced that life is made up of such little things. And I just smiled. Sincerely and warmly, because my soul felt incredibly good. Your favorite music is playing in your headphones, scalding coffee is in your cup, and the sun's rays are breaking through the panoramic windows, tickling your eyelashes and gently touching your face. And if you look up at the sky, you can see incredible blueness, captivating and reminiscent of the imminent arrival of warmth and colorful sunsets.

Into the pool of drunk tenderness, to the very bottom, sink like a petal. The lifeless cotton feather bed absorbs the humble breezes. A day about millions of flowers squeezed in someone's loving palms. Take care of each other and be with those who truly appreciate you...

Five minutes for yourself in the morning. With the perfect companion, a cup of velvety coffee, when you take the first sip and the world around you is filled with colors, aromas, tastes, everything seems to awaken from a hundred-year sleep so that the day begins exactly as it should. A small ritual of peace and quiet... Irreplaceable and always welcome...

Love begins with yourself. And this is my wish to everyone...

Dawn is a miracle of the birth of the sun to the sounds of the awakening city and a cup of aromatic coffee...

The birthday rushed to Her with an armful of flowers, a smile and wisdom. The last one was so heavy that she thought that she wouldn’t be able to carry it away, but having pulled herself together, she managed it in a few steps... and didn’t even spill a drop...

February, February, don’t torment your soul! I already want spring warmth, sandals and red kisses of the sun on my nose. In the meantime, we wrap ourselves in fluffy sweaters, hold hands and warm ourselves with kindred spirits, close conversations eye to eye, dreams of vacations with the sea breeze and spicy aromas of new countries.

Dream boldly, plan courageously, and allow yourself to look into the future with optimism and hope for the best. Ahead of us all are new stories, new hobbies that will color our lives with the bright colors of spring renewal.