Quotes by Anthony Liccione

There are some people that should stay quiet, because they understand. As there are those that should stay quiet, because they dont understand. Some things are better left unsaid or voiced.

With making changes, the difficult part of trying to implement a new way, idea or thought, is getting people to believe the effect of your notion, and have them believe in themselves of adapting to something new.

If youre still believing, then youre almost there!

Take caution of what lies, in what you may beLIEve.

We cant control on how each day will fall, but we can control how we fall into each day. Learn to make adjustments to match the circumstances.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

To ease the pain, erase the anger.

Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.

Feelings could override facts, as facts could alter feelings. Choose the truth first, rather than following after feelings.

When I awake thinking of dreams I slept on, I often wonder, if the dreams ever wake up thinking of me?

Climb upon the hates, and build upon the loves.

We are rich in hearts, but poor with love.

Distance can make a love fade, while closeness can make hate flare; as distance can make hate fade, while closeness can make love flare.

It began with a hello, and ended in hell.

Hate will only eat the truth, then spit out a lie.

Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.

My love, my love, is a flame in the dark covered in glass. So glowingly beautiful to others on the outside, while slowly suffocating inside.

Knowing to do the right thing, but playing stupid to oblige to it, is still lying.

Death moved in the night, in search for blood, and when it found Life, it passed on by, like a cloud that moves by the face of the moon. When he found those dead without the red, he took the life before them born first, and the mourning emptied itself till the morning.

Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never achieve satisfaction, in a constant turning world, of an untuned universe.