She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye. Anthony Liccione More Quotes by Anthony Liccione More Quotes From Anthony Liccione Money makes a monster of a man, that makes money his master. Anthony Liccione Money spent, will never out value spent time. Anthony Liccione Thy left eye sees not right. Anthony Liccione I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.""A writer is nothing without a reader; a reader is nothing without a writer." "Ask not the grass to give you green, and later walk all over it.”“Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.” Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.” "The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask."If you put a clock in a bottle, with time it will crack, as like money, as like love, as like a beautiful mind, with no soul." “If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.”"It's not how many friends you can count, it's how many of those you can count on.” Anthony Liccione A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win. Anthony Liccione Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes. Anthony Liccione Everyone needs a house to live in, but a supportive family is what builds a home. Anthony Liccione For some soldiers, there's a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies. Anthony Liccione God is the light bulb, to where faith is the light switch. Anthony Liccione One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come. Anthony Liccione Society will always be by your side. Society will let you die with no pity. Society is social suicide. Cold or hot in an untold wind, society folds the perfect creases to all four corners of a blanket we all lay under.” Anthony Liccione That rejection you went through, don't have it bring you down. It's only a splash in an ocean of opportunities. Anthony Liccione There are four kinds of people to avoid in the world: the assholes, the asswipes, the ass-kissers, and those that just will shit all over you. Anthony Liccione There are no sides in suicide. Anthony Liccione We stood like two trees beside, intertwined into one. And when the winds blew against us, we would laugh at it, as leaves clapping hands to our strength. Always day. We had all the stars, but no sky to hang them onto. We were brave, but not strong. Bare, but not skeleton. We had song, but no dance. Time slipped as a blessed curse. We knew the pennies were slipping from our pockets, and we left them there on the ground as worthless cents. In wordless sense, we finally found our darkness, but the stars had all faded by then. Anthony Liccione When water fountains start charging to drink, then you know we have a problem. Anthony Liccione With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer. Anthony Liccione We come done, complete as we are; we leave undone with unfulfilled changes. Anthony Liccione Had it not been for empty, there would have been nothing to fill. Nothing to struggle with, strive for or dream. Although fulfillment is our ending destiny, it's the getting there that builds character. That puts muscle in faith, and sweats out victory. Vigilance is the empty, that pushes all our nothings into something. Anthony Liccione I put all my words on paper. Delicately my life comes in and out with the flow of ink, thinking this is the reason for this. I want to believe. The shadowed streets I had to bare, forking into the next. No spoon in my pocket to feed, absent of love. This is the reason for those cored of humanity, that feel cheated of life. How far do we run. How far do we crawl. How far, is far enough, before we return to spiral again. Salvation. Salvation is like salt in the vein, that fuels the numbness. We all want to be saved. Safe from harm and pain, preseved from the pervasive animosity that grows in the reoccurring years. But we are never safe. Vulnerable to the bitterness that we bite off and swallow. Anthony Liccione
