Quotes from Anthony Liccione

Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear.

It is better to die, than dive heart-first, into a pool of love, only knee-high deep.

Love will commit, or love will commit suicide.

A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.

Love is about as strong, as two people want to make it.

The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.

It's not love at first sight, it's having the sight, to distinguish true love, from just mere beauty.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

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

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

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

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.

All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.

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

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

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.

You know you love something if you're willing to die for it, and you know it means nothing if you walk away from that which is dying.

We are rich in hearts, but poor with love.

It began with a hello, and ended in hell.

Love can either be your greatest companion or your worst enemy, depending on your pride to accept or deny things.

Love has no fear, willing to take on anyone. But how much we fear love!