149 Quotes by Suman Pokhrel

Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart.

Splitting love, among differences between love and soul, and love and the heart, and love and the body, and love and life; and slicing it further into multiple pieces, how may I offer you the entire love?

I've climbed up here holding the hilt of time's sword by driving it into my tender heart.

I know you’ll speak no truth at this time. I’ve to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes and the inaudible appeals of your heart.

Love is the cruelest event.

I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.

In this vagueness, might a story of lives-- lives that have been crushed themselves while crushing rocks into pieces-- be written.

In many a situation, the images that words hide while walking forth are the desired meaning of particular words rather than the word itself. Those words sing and dance by coming out of the paper.

I've touched some sentences and have kissed some words.