A good word will spread in the grapevine, bringing forth clusters of grapes and the benevolent of wine; a bad word will spread withering the vines, and choke the potential grapes.

— Anthony Liccione

A heart anchored in money will only drift away.

— Anthony Liccione

A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.

— Anthony Liccione

All she wanted was a family, all he wanted was fame; as their relationship famished.

— Anthony Liccione

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.

— Anthony Liccione

All these pricks gathering around her body, trying to reach and pierce her rose.

— Anthony Liccione

Always remember, no matter how big you get in life, God is still bigger; when you feel to be at your lowest point, Satan is still at the bottom.

— Anthony Liccione

A mind is not weighed by its magnitude, but by the dimensions of its thoughts.

— Anthony Liccione

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.

— Anthony Liccione

And when the earth began to rumble and quake, as fear and frantic set in, he ran back inside the house past his wife and children, gathering all the valuables and things he thought of importance, and ran back to his car packing away. After making two trips in and out, he waited in the car for his family to come out, in fear they darted through the darkness and pelting cold rain. When everything calmed down, and the house was intact and safe, he returned putting everything back in its place, had the kids go to bed, told his wife he loves her and turned off the light.

— Anthony Liccione