Best 408 quotes of Anthony Liccione on MyQuotes

Most people die, living their life paycheck to paycheck,trying to stretch out each dollar, as like a roll of toilet paper. Toiling each tissue, never quite wiping away all the shit from their asses, where the world always takes what little they flush, back into its deprived system, always hungry.

Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.

My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.

My life might be in the streets, but my heart is gold. And together, I'm a street of gold.

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.

Never dare, a bull with horns.

Never underestimate wisdom in silence, proof isn't always a mouthful of words.

Not all light is good. There is negative light, that can cast bad shadows.

No tear, is a wasted tear, if it spills out for love, whether in good times or bad.

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.

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

Nothing won't change, until the choice is placed first. And until when choice is given a chance.

Not only are you what you eat, but you also can be what's eating you. Don't become your problems or let them overtake you.

Nowadays, a simple faulty brake light traffic stop, can get a black person killed. It's better to fix the broken light bulb, then having to face and cooperate with a senseless police officer.

No writer is a quiet reader, for their reading will speak of their writing.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

One day, your beauty will manifest in someone's eye.

One dream, will suffice a thousand nightmares.

One excuse, could destroy a multitude of chances.

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

Pain will come with time, but time will heal the pain.

Paranoia is at most annoying!

People are complaining of having rags and not riches, but I find it a blessing just to have rags, to wipe away the dirt and dust that may come in the course of life.

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.

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

People have their purposes and reasons, I just wish I found mine.

People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.

People need to stand up for their wrongs, as they stand up for their rights.

People tend to think that money makes them strong, but it's those that learn to survive without it, are truly the stronger.

People want the here and now, rather than the there and after; as most are living in the where and what.

Poverty is like a crumb that sits at a table, and starves itself to death.

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

Rather than you smoking a cigarette, the cigarette is really smoking you.

Regrets never sit well, with those that never forget.

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

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

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.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

She's 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.

Should it happen, that your partner leaves you for someone else with more money. To where later you strike it richer than the person they left you for, and the ex finds out, after losing all and regretting. It was a blessing that it ended. Though money wasn't sufficient then, mostly they were rich with your love, now suffering being broke in both.

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.

Simplicity is, as simple as you make it.

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

So long there are women around, a cheater will cheat against his promise.

So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Some people will just go with the flow of things and sway in life, while others will fight against the currents and go upstream to reach their destiny.

Some people will still find a way to create a fire with wet logs.

Some people would rather die in their pride, than live in their humility.

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