Anthony Liccione Quotes

Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.

May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.

In the beginning, some people try to appear that everything about them is "in black and white," until later their true colors come out.

They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.

The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never p...

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

God is the light bulb, to where faith is the light switch.

A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

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

It's useless to paint a closed door, in order to change its color. The door needs to be open for both sides to change as same.

The mind can fool the heart, as the heart can fool the mind.

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.

It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh.

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...

Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

A colorful body with fabrics, tattoos and jewelry is attractive, but a colorful heart with love, truth and faith is beautiful.

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 th...

We are all actors, set on the stage of the world, as the curtains open we put on our best performance to this audience of life.

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.