Fs Yousaf Quotes

Holding your hand Was an art that even I could not understand. But I would have given all the time I had to master it.

And I am forever grateful That you know every inch of me.

You saved me From the dangers of my mind, Your hand Was the only one That could reach me.

You became the occupant of my mind, The beat of my heart, And the tranquility in my soul. You became my life, My solace, The best person I ever knew.

Resilient One of the very qualities I loved about you Was your bond with God, And how it was unwavering Even in the fiercest of storms. That no matter what happened, Your faith did not falter, and you accepted that you were never alone.

The act of an apology Does not hold the power to instantly heal, But it gives enough momentum To start moving forward.

You are half of me, A purer, gentler half. I am not whole when you Are not whole yourself.

You bring me happiness, But you are not the cure For my sadness. That I must find On my own.

My love for you Never abandoned me, Even when you did.

I must constantly remind myself That no one is guaranteed tomorrow.

You changed in a way where we would no longer be close, and I changed where your life wasn't worth mine.

I am thankful for the ones that have seen the most of me, and stayed. I am thankful for the ones Who left Before knowing all of me.

It was marvelous that I found my best friend and soul mate all in the same person.

Sometimes all we have left are prayers to God. Situations escape from our grasps, and we are left physically hopeless. The hope lies within our words, which are carried by the wind to the unknown. Maybe they enter someone else’s mind, or land in a pile of prayers, that mercilessly stack in front of God. They sit, waiting to be answered right away, in time, or never. The pleasure is not ours to know.

One of the only thoughts that can get me through a day Is that whatever happens is meant to happen, And for everything that leaves, There is always something better on the way.

Rouse You make me feel All the love That I have lost in my lifetime.

I refuse to store All my joy in you. For if you ever leave, I would not know what to do.

your arms resemble a home for my soul.

My greatest fear is losing who I am—

You have to promise me That this is something We will work on. We will argue, we will fight, But we must make sure That it won’t be the end of us.

Despite it all, we are here

We are constantly reminded  that the good parts in life will always outshine the bad.

I was told that before Our souls are exhaled into our bodies We meet one another in a place which we cannot remember Any longer. When I met you, It was as if there was already An established comfort and familiarity Between us.

There are times when I wanted the worst for you, Hoping you would understand The roots of my thoughts. I needed you to feel the pain I held, But here I am Praying you never feel like I did. Hoping no one ever sees you Like the way you saw me.

I could see right past her fake laugh and smile, Seeing that she was still in love. She was stuck in the past, Thinking about all the memories that she held of him, Only to know that he wasn't there anymore. He broke her ever so dearly, But she was still longing for his touch, Not mine. I wasn't the one that was for her, I was a person she wouldn't see herself with. She already made up her mind. Her laugh was shallow and her eyes cried of sorrow. She would not try to keep this going, I could see it. For she was talking to me, but thinking of him.

Enchant I had fallen for you, But never realized that I had done so. Everything about you was mesmerizing, Like a summer’s sunset, Or a full moon on a clear night. A perfect, beautiful distraction To whatever I had felt.

I am overwhelmed by how much My thoughts toy with me. Surrounded by love and support, Yet believing That I am utterly alone.

This battle is constant, And I fear one day I may lose, but that day is not today.

I became so scared of the future, That I forgot about the present. I became so worried of judgement, That I completely changed myself To someone who I was not. I became so scared of the fear That I lost focus on life itself.

The sun will rise through the ashes Of the night, And it will bring a new feeling for us. We will know that all the struggles Only made us stronger.

Throughout time, I slowly learned To love who I was, So I would not crave it from anyone.

Elongate The night is all I have at times, And I desperately try to make it last as much as I can. I always feel like this is my final night on this earth To just bask in its lifespan. It never ends up being my last night, And I wake dreading the mornings Even more so.

Toxicity I staunchly believed That my heart Was the purist Out of everyone I had encountered. But no one thinks they are Ever the bad guy. Just the misunderstood.

The sky awfully resembles human emotion. Rain, fog, sunlight, and serenity, Mesmerizing in all of its shades. It is the art of god, Like you and I.

​There was a moment where the bindings loosened. ​I found that out when I began to love and be happy for myself, ​but they would tighten as soon  ​as I once again lost hope.  ​There is a flower sprouting within me, though. ​One which refuses to wither, ​as it knows that it will one day see the sun again ​without a worry in the world.

Who Will We Become? I read endless stories of loved ones returning after many years apart. So long after that they do not recognize each wrinkle or gray hair that appears. And they are filled with regret at the fact that they missed the opportunity of memories being created.

Keep on talking about how lovely Our future will be. As every word escapes your mouth, Glimpses of hope Appear in my heart.

am captivated By God’s art. Every sunrise, Sunset, And you.

As if we had known each other For many, many years.

Through abuse and hurt, I was taught to stay silent. My emotions were never to reach the surface, they were to remain in the depths of my being for letting them out would be unlawful. “Masculinity

I stare at my reflection to see Who I have become. I am a sloppy mold Of past memories, Present struggles, And future worries.

One of the only thoughts that can get me through a day Is that whatever happens is meant to happen, And for everything that leaves, There is always something better on the way.

I win when I do not fall victim to myself. When I hold out till dawn, And all the demons slip away into shadows. This battle is constant, And I fear one day I may lose, but that day is not today.

To feel lost is natural, In time You will find yourself Where you need to be, And be more settled Within your surroundings.

The first thing I fell in love with Was the way you wrote, So sweet, So innocent, Light on my mind And had me high All the time.

I cannot recall A stressful silence Taking over for our words. She was thrilled to see me, As I was in awe of her. And together We both felt utterly complete.

The younger selves who are trapped within me  have never felt that warm embrace. 

I am all these terrible deeds wrapped in skin

There are moments where I am stopped— I forget the right way to go and even contemplate retracing my steps. To go back to where I used to be  in order to figure out where exactly I desire to go.

Kismet When I looked into your eyes, I did not see stars, Galaxies, Or anything out of the blue. I only saw the love, the passion That any other person could have had, But only I was lucky enough to.

When I meet your gaze, I see that you are staring at me— Not my figure, or size. But you are staring at me as if I am made of glass, Witnessing all that I am made of. Knowing my innermost workings, And which way the tide turns Within me.

Who do I become when I do not want to be myself?

Detrimental I will care for you In every possible way I can, But when your negativity Starts to seep into my well being That is when I have to Let go.

When I found the people who were right for me and did not have to run in circles for their love and acceptance, that is when I knew I was in good hands.

in the passing time we will work to make those oceans  into rivers, and then soon after, puddles.

The way you feel when you’re stuck at a crossroads,  not knowing which way is the right way,

For when the memories depart, I will know there are only  pleasant emotions behind the vague memory of our day.

There are days I do not feel as if I am living; instead, an existent being walking the various streets of life— not noticing all which surrounds them.

She became the occupant of my mind, the beat of my heart, and the tranquility in my soul. She became my life, My solace, The best person I ever knew.

I had welcomed the feeling of love, only for it to show that i was not ready.

She is a reminder of my past, A memento of sorts. One that reminds me of my mistakes and imperfections. My guilt latches on to the very image of her. But she is also a reminder That I am not that same person. That there was always some good within me.

You make me feel All the love That I have lost in my lifetime.

I have not seen you in a long time, and though it kills me, I know right now it is for the better. The miles separate us more than arguments and fights. I can read your words, but cannot hear your voice. I can hear your voice but cannot see your face. I can see your face, and hear your voice, but cannot touch your body. As much as we put our differences aside, we can only be so close. My fingers cannot run through your hair, and our bodies cannot mingle. Our souls cannot dance, intertwining together in foolish rhythms. I long for the day I wake up to your wholesome eyes, and the ripeness that comes with you after a long night. Some time is needed before our fate is decided, but I know you and I will eventually come together.

My heart swells Under the pressure Of not being enough. But she reminds me Time and time again That no one else Could complete her Like I do.

As much as it hurt To see you leave, It could not compare to the feeling Of finally being free.

Maybe we were made of the same material, Or we were just two different people Trying to make something That could not mend together.

Loveless lies / Lustful eyes. That was all I was familiar with Until you arrived before me. And I would be lying to you If I told you I still do not think Of that time before, But only to compare to my happiness now, And how much I wish I found you sooner.

Fresh cut flowers are pleasant, but the happiness That comes from maintaining and cherishing An item with vulnerability Seems to last longer.

There is nothing more delightful Than you, my love. Even though you do not think so, I hold you closer Than anything else That has entered my life.

Her laugh was a killer, the kind that added light to a dull afternoon.

Your words have taught me well, and your terrible actions have too. I hope I am in heaven one day, with or without you.

When I looked into your eyes, I did not see stars, Galaxies, Or anything out of the blue. I only saw the love, the passion That any other man could have had, But only I was lucky enough to.

Embodying Art There are days I do not feel as if I am living: instead, an existent being walking the various streets of life - not noticing all which surrounds them. And as much as I believe that this leads me to be broken, I have to realise that this life is long, and to feel so many different emotions on a daily basis is normal. It helps remind us that we are human, being who are not perfect but doing the most to be the best for this world. and for ourselves.