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A morning bouquet is a little joy, like a little life ... This is when you were silent and spoke for a long time, this is when you offended and asked for forgiveness, this is when you love and appreciate, this is the aroma of happiness and comfort, this is an occasion to live a wonderful day ... and it's just beautiful .

We live, plunging into a variety of feelings, plunging headlong, trying to absorb them in order to keep the smell and aroma of events in ourselves longer. We penetrate into other people's souls, gently, by touch, in order to imperceptibly leave our mark. We are intertwined with sounds, quiet and sonorous, drowning in a host of voices. We lower the fingertips on someone's palms, feeling the subtle rhythm of our life through the irresistible connection of human feelings.

Femininity... This is translucency, this is a unique fragrance. This is the care that can be given to the strong, but so vulnerable. This is the tenderness of the touch of a word and a look. It is the fragility of the body and the strength of the soul. This is the ability to love and soar in love. This is wisdom. It is warm, like the sun, and mysterious, like the moon. These are gentle sunbeams of velvet laughter. This is love that hides in a shell and opens only to those who have the patience and desire to dive for the coveted pearl.

The fragrance of flowers is the fragrance of the soul.

The earthy fragrance of flowers is the living perfumery of heaven.

• Our souls rot - our bodies also rot!

Tenderness, like the sweet aroma of linden flowers and jasmine, penetrating into the soul, kills sadness.

Stress is not what happened to you, but how you perceive it. You shouldn't be afraid of stress. It doesn't happen only to the dead. Stress must be managed. Managed stress brings the flavor and taste of life.

Using a good person for selfish purposes is like treating him as something like a bouquet of flowers bought in a store. Such a purchase is a temporary phenomenon: soon the wonderful aroma ceases to attract attention, the flowers lose their beauty and attractiveness. They are no longer needed, and they are thrown into the trash.

- the aroma of the old days comes to life in the soul

A hypocritical handsome person is like chips. They are very tasty, but harmful, because they contain chemicals and flavor enhancers that cleverly deceive the human brain and cause imperceptible harm to the body. Chips, on the one hand, look great and have a juicy aroma and great taste, but on the other hand, they lead to a gradual deterioration in health.

Georges knew them [his father's jokes] by heart, but nevertheless he laughed - he laughed because he was intoxicated by the air of his native fields, because he again spoke of love for his native land, for places familiar from childhood, for every thing, for every little thing, at the sight of which old feelings and memories of the past revived in him: it could be a notch on the door, a tripod chair reminiscent of some minor incident, the scent of earth, a strong scent of resin and trees that breathed the nearby forest, the smell of housing, the smell of stagnant water , manure smell.

The aroma will disappear, but the vessel is always with us.

I chose you by smell. You know, it happens that a picture is visually beautiful, but in life a person is absolutely tasteless, smelling of emptiness, transparency. It's different with you. First time eye to eye, remember you were late that day? And the buds between the ribs blossomed, and around us the aroma, tart, rich, thick, you could even touch it, dipping your fingers with pleasure. And no matter what happens next, these shades will remain in the memory forever. I close my eyes somewhere on the other side of the planet, and you are in me. Even after through ventilation.