The world is given to me only once not one existing and one perceived. Subject and object are only one. The barrier between them cannot be said to have broken down as a result of recent experience in the physical sciences for this barrier does not exist.

I maybe had a first love and had my heart broken but reflecting on it I don't think that was love. I think as I'm getting older and having more in-depth relationships maybe I'll experience it. At the moment I don't know exactly if I've been in love.

Let's remember the children who come from broken homes surrounded by crime drugs temptation their peers having babies out of wedlock but who still manage to get a good education despite the many obstacles they face every day.

We must promote upward mobility starting with solutions that speak to our broken education system broken immigration policy and broken safety-net programs that foster dependency instead of helping people get back on their feet.

To become truly immortal a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.

Las Vegas is a very strange place. It's a place of broken dreams.

In my lifetime I've discovered a great many incredibly talented individuals. Some have achieved stardom. Simultaneously I've seen many dreams shattered egos destroyed and lives changed forever. The end destination may well be fame and fortune but the road to stardom is littered with broken hearts.

I think I am done with Wikipedia for the time being. But I have a secret hope. Someone recently proposed a Wikimorgue - a bin of broken dreams where all rejects could still be read as long as they weren't libelous or otherwise illegal.

The human heart has hidden treasures In secret kept in silence sealed The thoughts the hopes the dreams the pleasures Whose charms were broken if revealed.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.