Quotes by Anthony Liccione

With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer.

Let the night take you. Let the stars evaporate into your dreams. Let sleep be the only comfort for you to believe.

Life is like the dirt we bury our dreams and fears in. It blemishes the way. As things tend to grow by the rain of our belief or doubts.

Don’t pass on your passions, to settle in the stale normality. Endure. Strive. Ensure.

The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.

She knows her timing, always knows. The time to strike or the time to starve. Her eyes as a clock, she watches she waits she learns, and in the second she blinks, she changes her mind just like that.

Dont be in temper, to leave so quickly, that I may be dying. But all too soon, the leaves and debris will gather elsewhere.

The beauty on the inside, will determine the ugly on the outside.

A rose, isnt quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.

Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved her from all the truths and lies.

Its not the appearance that makes a man, its the man that makes an appearance.

Sometimes its hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

Without the sun, there is no shadow; without the Son, there is only shadow.

Closed mouths, only lead to closed gates. Share your salvation!

To be the salt, you also need to be the shaker. To shake the world. Shake the truth. Shake the people. Shake the word. Have it sprinkle, melt and preserve humanity.

Shes my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.

I see you better in music, I hear you better in wind, I feel you more in a flooding moonlight, that understands nothing, but darkness and silence.

In the horrors of war, please bring me peace.

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.