Nepali Love Quotes

अनुरागका गहिराइहरूमा डुबेर मुटु लफ्रक्क हुँदा निचोरेर प्रेयमै पोखूँ भइरहेकै हो, कहिल्यै नमेटिने एक चित्र हृदयकै रङ्गले कोरूँ भइरहेकै हो ।

फक्राएर मनलाई प्रेमको ओत बनाऊँ लागेकै हो ।

शाहजहाँ, जसले बादशाहलाई प्रेमीभन्दा होचो बनाइदियो । जसले चिहानलाई मन्दिर, प्रेमिकालाई ईश्वर, प्रेमलाई धर्म बनाइदियो ।

आफ्नै मनभित्र छचल्किरहेका रङ्गिन अनुभूतिका सुवासित मादकतामा लठ्ठिएर म आफूलाई बिर्सिरहेको छु ।

सारा यौवन छातीमा एउटा प्रेमाकुल मुटु बोकेरै हिँडिरहेको हुँ ।

कम से कम दुई फरक त पक्कै छ हामीबीच ऊ शहंशाह थियो, म ऊ जत्तिकै वैभवशाली हुन्थिएँ भने ताजमहल बनाउन प्रेमिकाको मृत्यु पर्खने थिइनँ ।

When memories, of days gone by resurface; with reflection and reminiscence of my casual childishness, may your eyes moisten may your lips turn into a smile unveiled, yet concealed.

कति बेहिस्सीको हुँदै गएको हाम्रो समाज र सम्बन्ध आजकल ? मुख नफोरेसम्म हकको प्रशंसा र स्नेह पनि नपाइने !

A person willing to understand catches even the smallest clue, but one unwilling to understand will never get it, no matter how much you raise your voice.

जसको कुरा बुझ्ने नियत हुन्छ, उसले इशारा गरेको पनि बुझ्छ; तर जसको बुझ्ने मनसाय हुँदैन, उसले कत्तिकै जोडले चिच्याए पनि बुझ्दैन, सुन्दैन ।

One who intends to understand grasps even the slightest hint, but the one who has no intention to understand never comprehends, no matter how loudly you shout.

केवल महसूस गर्नुमा हुन्छ माया । दु:खमा, सुखमा अडिग भएर साथ रहनुमै हुन्छ माया । विश्वास गर्नुमा भन्दा विश्वास जोगाउनुमै हुन्छ माया । धम्की दिएर , दवाव दिएर होइन, मन जितेर लिनुमा हुन्छ माया ।

The essence of love lies in feeling it. Love remains steadfast through sorrow and joy. Love is in preserving trust rather than just having it. Love is in winning hearts through genuine care, not through threats or pressure.

घरको ओतबिना मैले गर्ने कुनै पनि कर्म सम्भव छैन ।

I think of the irony that in our language [Nepali] the word for love can also mean deceit.

यसै होइन, प्रगाढ सम्बन्धमा सात रङ्ग हुनुपर्छ भनेको । पहिलो रङ्ग विश्वासको । दोस्रो, मान र कम्फर्टको । तेस्रो, बराबरी र स्वतन्त्रताको । चौथो, माया र आस्थाको । पाँचौँ, पहिचान र पुलपुलाहटको । छैठौँ, पर्वाह र पीरको । र सातौँ — आत्मा र शरीरको ।

एक पटकको बर्षात्‌ले कतिन्जेल भिजाएर राख्न सक्छ र धरतीलाई ? धरतीलाई ओसिलो र मलिलो राख्न बर्षात्‌ भई नै रहनुपर्छ । पुरुषहरू शायद यो बुझ्नै सक्दैनन् । त्यसैले त एकै सिजनमा मायाले निथ्रुक्क भिजाएर बाँकी जीवन बर्सिनै बिर्सिदिन्छन् उनीहरू । र चाहन्छन् त्यही एक सिजनको बर्षात्‌को सहारामा हामी महिलाहरू आजीवन भिजिरहौँ । कसरी सम्भव हुनसक्छ यो ?

कुनै कुनै सम्बन्ध समान्तर मै हिँडिरहे पनि मनको नजिक कहिल्यै नपुग्ने रहेछ ।

Even walking side by side for a long time, some relationships never touch the heart.

This time, she silenced me not by speaking, but by pressing her lips against my mouth.

Unseeing, even when seen unfeeling, even when felt, to those scattered loves and the abashment that meet the eyes, I had tried to brush them off and indeed, had wiped them away.

A Glimpse of Eternal Snows celebrates Nepali wildlife: a smooth grey boulder lifts its head to become a rhinoceros; a langur look-out hysterically grunts the alarm from the treetop as a tiger merges into the dappled scrub; and a menacing mantis makes her home in the makeshift bathroom and refuses to become a pet.

Ah, and then her beautiful face…actually, the level and angle that she was holding the umbrella, the whole time as she passed within Suresh’s view, only allowed him to see the bottom of her chin at most. Still, with a body as beautiful as hers, Suresh was quite certain that her face would be nothing less than positively stunning!

यसपटक उसले बोलेर होइन, आफ्नो ओठले मेरो मुख थुनिदिई ।

Yet, those skies of love were still filled with love, those countless moments of youthhood were still delirious with youthfulness.

Fire was flowing around, and sweat was getting evaporated to accomplish their own tasks.

Soft touches of fragrance of affection deeper than the imprints of kisses, have surely separated from me hiding behind some abstruse backdrops.

In that vagueness, as if entering the realm of youth itself were a crime, as if casting eyes upon a scene were a sin, as if living a life for an entire lifetime were a curse.

I had been longing for a moment, once again, for myself. I had been living a moment just like I was living myself.

All the loves were soaked, carrying the sky upon their shawl.

I recognised just how different Alexander was from children raised in Britain. The most obvious distinctions were his maturity and broadness of view. He hadn't lost his innocence or childish ability to play, but he enjoyed conversations with adults, and he saw no problem in playing with any child of any age. He was wonderfully gentle with the little ones. He was never fazed by differences, and cultural diversity was of interest rather than a reason for prejudice, though, - like our Nepali friends - he liked to classify people.

I remember one worship experience in which we were all singing "Our God Reigns." One of the verses begins, "How lovely on the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news." I was standing next to the only Nepali delegate to the conference. His coworker had been arrested for his faith the day before he was to fly to join us. In his cultural tradition, the man next to me worshiped barefoot (as in God's command to Moses in Exodus 3:5 to take off his sandals, because he was standing on holy ground). As we sang about the feet bringing good news across the mountains, I saw my brother's feet. I thought about the thousands of Hindu villages scattered across mountainous Nepal, and I realized we were singing about his feet: feet that were taking the gospel to places I will never see. I confessed, "Lord, you are doing something in the world I never knew.

Keeping you alive, that is my primary purpose. I am costless, omnipresent. Poor oxygen, pitiable oxygen.

I am proud to be Nepali.

Wherever there was a scrap of soil amongst the ravaged crags, emaciated trees struggled to cling on: a poignant metaphor for the way so many Nepalis eke out an existence, defiantly surviving on less than nothing.

-Humph! Said Ami as she then quickly pulled ahead of me, having grown tired of my silent treatment. However, as she slipped by, I couldn’t resist quickly reaching over and flipping-up the back of her skirt, just enough to see that she had a panda on the back of her panties, my fingers never touching her ass, yet I could feel the warmth underneath. -Nice bear behind you got there! So I said She froze in mid step, and looked as if she was going to turn around, but instead she shuttered as if a tingling electric shock had gone all through her body. I then noticed that the back of her neck to the roots of her hair had turned a lobster red! Though whether that was because of embarrassment or anger or both I’m not sure. In any case, Ami’s hands became tight fists, and then with a growl like a tigress she quickly stomped off. I have actually heard a growl like that since that time. It’s the sound of a female Nepali snow leopard, in heat, just before it pounces on a potential mate.

a Nepali outlook, pace and philosophy had prevented us being swamped by our problems. In Nepal it was easier to take life day by day.