Bhuwan Thapaliya Quotes

There is the elixir of life in the gentle summer breeze. The more it caresses me, the more alive I feel.

She got herself a cup of coffee and watched the setting sun from the corner of her eyes leaning against his back. The diamond ring shone in her navel like a chandelier of hope.

My arms are always open for you. Come, come on in. I am peace and my surname is humanity.

There are beautiful places everywhere; we just have to travel with a beautiful heart.

I put on my summer clothes and feel the summer slip inside me.

The world is magical but there aren’t enough magicians.

Spring is when flowers beckon in every corner of your heart.

Things are beginning to happen, but slowly. Change, real change always takes a very long time. It sounds unfair but it isn’t. It is a universal law.

And the Sunflowers are an eternity in themselves. Let them embrace our dreams and invigorate our hope evermore.

The more we observe nature, the more there is the possibility of seeing things we've never seen before.

A calm mind is the most lethal machete to chop the miseries of our life.

We spend almost all our time listening to the things people are saying that we rarely pay attention to our conversation with ourselves. It’s not always what we hear but it’s our inner conversation with ourselves that shapes our life.

I’ve been here for years but I have never seen the light. However, I’ve never been afraid of the darkness. It’s always been a part of my life.

When silence speaks, simply listen to it. Never analyze, question, or argue with it. Just listen to it and let its sensation lull you to sleep.

Don’t wait for the “perfect moment” to tune your life. The perfect moment is whenever you begin tuning it.

Fear of tragedy must be replaced by a thirst for victory.

Success doesn’t just happen; it doesn’t pot out on its own. Success is all about the choices you make. It’s a balancing act between what to choose and what not to.

People will say anything. People can say anything. People just can’t keep quiet and they won’t keep quiet. You have to be your own salvation.

Every dream is achievable if we do what we have to do with all our passion and good intentions. It takes time for a flower to blossom.

Whatever you’re reading and whatever you're planning to write, ensure that you’ll cultivate peace and empathy.

A new way of life would open for each of us if we redefine our pursuits and appreciate what we already have.

The world needs more people who celebrate the little things in life and find life in every little thing.

Things will get better and improve. Every flower will bloom.

Trees are the ambassadors of patience.

When someone close to us dies, we get a little closer to death too.

The world is beautiful. What the world needs more of are people with a beautiful heart.

Every season is wonderful if we have a spring of love within us.

The world is filled with infinite opportunities. Opportunities are everywhere, waiting to be discovered and grabbed. There is something for everybody. Don’t give up.

A humble teacher and a curious student, together, they bring the best to the world.

Stay close to your heart, and then you will go far.

Don’t nurture revenge in your heart. It won’t get you anywhere. Let the flowers of forgiveness flourish there instead and take you everywhere.

The further you stay away from the revenge mode, the more you will strengthen your relationship with yourself and will be closer to your soul.

It’s not the greatest but the little things that show us the path and guide us home.

No path will take us home if our intentions are not pure.

We have to be part of the silence in order to cherish and understand the silence completely.

The world sang out all its songs to me. But yet I’m not satisfied. I want to hear more. I want to hear your song.

There’s a mountain before us all and there’s a narrow passage alongside it too. Both are there for a reason. Nobody will offer us a guided tour.

What I like about the trees is their serenity. They're not a generation in a hurry.

There’s nothing like the fecund beauty of calmness.

Flowers of love are beautiful but all too soon they wither as the fleeting shimmer of the Moon.

Paint the canvas of your dreams with the blood of your sweat. You are the Picasso of your own life.

It doesn’t matter who you are. The only thing that matters is how kind you are.

Life is very simple and everything is crystal clear. Only our thoughts are complex and vision, blurred.

No matter what we do or how hard we try to stop, everything flies. One day our life too will leave us without saying goodbye.

There’s a butterfly that has been hovering around the window. It doesn’t know where to go. I am that butterfly.

I have no idea of eternity but I think kindness keeps the spirit young. I am thus asking you to be kind and feel it for yourself.

The most difficult thing in the world is to decode mental rigidity and change the mindset of the people.

A bright afternoon, blue sky, and hot coffee. I take a sip from my second cup, look up at the sky, and smile. Nobody’s here now. It’s very quiet. I can hear myself much better now.

Don’t be obsessed by their speed. We all travel at our own pace. Our Sun will shine and our flowers will blossom for sure.

The cold, cruel war is raging wildly but I will sow seeds of peace again and again. Garden of hope I foresee and spring is always lovely.

No matter how you may try to justify it. You can never justify war. On the other hand, you don’t need to justify peace – it is always beautiful.

Fill them with hope in their darkest hours, and watch them gradually bloom again.

Winter has frozen my heart. I can’t wait to drink a glass of spring.

There are innumerable voices in the silence, and the voices are constantly talking to one another. Our job is to learn how to listen.

I love the smell, the lovely aroma of indulgent lushness, of people with inner peace.

I no longer want to hold on to things that clutter my mind and cripple my soul. Please give me the wisdom and strength to let things go. Let me flow. Let me grow.

Keep your flowers to yourself. Come, come and sit with me in front of a crackling hearth and give me your kisses instead.

The right way is always the difficult way but it’s the only way that connects us with our soul.

If you stay aligned with your inner child, you’ll always feel forever young.

There is still a corner in my heart untouched by your LOVE.

Those who win are not always the WINNERS.

She took my morning with her. My day begins in the afternoon, and it’s always hazy.

The views are mesmeric, and everywhere is downhill from where I am now. But I am not happy at all. I know I don’t belong here.

Knowing that most people don’t have easy access to knowledge, I don’t take libraries for granted. I worship them.

Nothing takes me closer to the world than a cup of tea. Every cup is a bridge.

The sky is always open. You can fly anytime you like. Just make sure there is enough fuel within you and your wings are intact.

No matter where the sun is in the sky, it’s always warm when you’re around.

Every flower is a melody that floats through the air and soothes our hearts.

I’ve never seen anything as bright as the rays of kindness.

They talk about plants but she talks to plants. She believes plants can listen, talk, dance, and do whatever they want.

What heals the heart? Maybe, another heart, maybe not!

When you start to treat yourself better, you’ll be happier, and your life will automatically get better.

Forgiveness is beautiful, just like a bright autumn afternoon.

Your future may hinge on your ability to disconnect yourself with the world and connect with your soul.

Let me sip a cup of coffee and read my future in your eyes. If I read a little more, I will finally grasp everything and be satisfied.

In pursuing perfection, we’ve forgotten to rejoice in the shiny little moments of our lives and have entirely lost our peace of mind.

I picked up a little stone and threw it into the pond. As the ripples faded, so did my smiles. I knew I could do nothing to bring those ripples back.

If you’re having a bad day just realize that some days are bad and you can do nothing about them. Try to stay calm and remind yourself that it’s just a fleeting day and also a day to show yourself that you can face anything and come out of it, smiling.

The war will end someday. The only question is: why can’t we end it immediately? Let’s end it right now. Let us live in peace and rebuild. We don’t need anything else. We have sunflower seeds in our hearts. We will blossom again and rejuvenate the world.

The forest is quiet but I can still hear the sound of trickling water and the trees whispering to each other in the middle of spring. So there’s no sense of loneliness. With my eyes closed, I take a deep breath of the pure air and feel my soul being cleansed.

Let the sun set on me. Let its crimson sweat of ferocity spill all over me. My heart is ready for the chill of the darkness. I put my best shirt on and wait for a bridge of the light. Let the darkness rise from me, the darkness that conceals the bruises of the light.

Life is moving much too fast. I think I can’t catch up with it. A little bird flew out of nowhere and sat calmly on my shoulder. No worries, I’m not afraid of being left out now. I’ll never chase life. Instead, I’ll try to see, understand and enjoy life as much as I can. Little bird, you opened my eyes.

We’re not aware of what we’ve lost and are seeking things we don’t need at all. We’re dazed by compounding crises but by respecting Mother Nature, we can restore what’s been lost. Mother Nature is very innocent and kind.

Inside us, there is a part of every nation, every religion, every culture, every tradition and every language. We are the world.

My problem is with the night, incessant, rickety, desolate nights, and not with the darkness. There’s a lot of light inside me.

Hope is fragile. Without patience it can’t stand on its own.

Drunk I am today. Today I am drunk. With the book of life open before me, thwarted, blank, I sit here before you all.

You never die. You just take your life with you when you close your eyes.

I miss your double-layered glares, purple dreams on one side, green hope on the other, and the way you change, the sides frequently. And I miss your desiccated lips, that open up to something else, when I hold you in my arms. Where are you now?

Parched fields, rusted farm fences, forlorn stone and mud-thatched houses. Rotting scarecrows everywhere, except the dancing squirrels nothing moves.

Like a wounded bird in the iron cage, half dead as in a trance. Such is our story today, grappling in rage with our ordained fate.

Our hope begins to tremble. Our dreams begin to sway. Is it the beginning of the end of mankind’s reign on earth? We don’t know. We really don’t know. We may, as a species, pass on too. The earth keeps finding something new.

I am cold but not numb. I am silent but not dumb. I am not gazing but not blind. I am not making love but impotent I am not. I will take a time to coil and then as a snake I will strike at the heart of the tyranny. Watch out for me, my name is DEMOCRACY.

If your thought doesn’t open the gates of kindness, it isn’t going to take you anywhere.

We are the marching millions. Our journey never ends. The more we march towards hope the more our hope moves further away from us.

If you stay humble and keep your humility embedded in your behavior then no circumstances can erode your core. You will keep on shining evermore.

A raindrop glistened on a lump in his earlobe. Autumn lurked her tongue out and caressed it impishly.

If you were never to say, “I love you,” then my darling, I would paint the Sun with the Moon and the Moon with the Sun. Oh! Then the Moon shall freeze the Sun and the Sun shall smolder the Moon. Then no certainties such as the day and the night would exist. Beloved, yes, time would die, if you say, “I don’t love you.

How beautiful your eyes, that fuse the cadence of a rainbow with the sapphire skies as rhododendrons stand side by side. O’ my dear valentine!

When you start to think of yourself bigger than everyone else, it is not too long before fate brings you down to the ground.