Quotes by Anthony Liccione

Burning bridges behind you is understandable. Its the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.

People from the past, have a tendency to walk back into the present, and run over the future.

For us to change history, we first need to change the future.

One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.

Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.

Life is like a lit cigarette. The past is ashes, the present is burning, and the future is up in smoke. Fast as a breath; inhale exhale.

The future is now! Dont make that second pass you into regrets.

The past, has been erased; the present, forgiven; and the future, redeemed.

We are a day away from making history, and a history towards the breaking of tommorrow.

Trust is like a two-way mirror, transparent on one side, with a blind dimness unable to see through on the other side.

Never underestimate wisdom in silence, proof isnt always a mouthful of words.

And she looked upon the mirror that was given as a gift. She hated everything about it, from the circular size of it, to the color, and the wooden frame that held it in place. But mostly, she hated looking at herself. Especially into this one that had a scratch on its glass surface, which would reflect back to her face. And as she looked, it would cut her as the words her father would often say, in telling her she was ugly.

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

A tongue is about the size of a bullet, but much more fierce and powerful.

Words will only ruin you, if you allow them.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

Depression, is like trying to find a light switch in pitch darkness. Defeating it takes much assistance and resource. First, its letting in loved ones that are reaching out, when light will begin to shine.

Simplicity is, as simple as you make it.

Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.

He asked me for a light to light his cigarette, and by reason of unaware, it is he that really gave light to me, made me realize how much alike we all are, breathing the same air, beating the same red blood, separated through some fortune and shame in the way of humanity.