You're creating an intimacy that everybody feels that it's their experience not yours. I'll never introduce a song and say now this song is about 'my' broken heart.

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.

I thank Marc Jacobs so much for giving me the opportunity to design a shoe for Louis Vuitton but the thing that broke my heart most was when they said 'You're finished. The shoe's finished.'

The drink? Yes I've had tough times in my life especially the last year regarding my ex-wife my kids I nearly broke my neck I was on death row with pneumonia.

It was funny actually because that was still during the time we were dating. He would get all these calls because supposedly before we broke up we had already broken up in the trades in the rags or whatever.

My boyfriend and I broke up. He wanted to get married and I didn't want him to.

We had our first earthquake over here recently. That was a bizarre feeling. I just became disoriented and I remember my dad freaking out. Nothing broke or anything.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away I broke down.

I was always the new kid in school I'm the kid from a broken family I'm the kid who had no dad showing up at the father-son stuff I'm the kid that was using food stamps at the grocery store.

My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was being a cartoonist but he never achieved it and it kind of broke my heart. I think part of my interest in art had to do with his yearning for something he could never have.

We must remind Americans that the promise of opportunity remains unbroken - that every person in this great nation can succeed through hard work courage and personal responsibility.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

I've always thought vampires were interesting because they live forever they're always well-financed they dress well you know what I mean? And they're like cool. Usually vampire - you've never seen a broke vampire. Have you?

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

Gradually I became aware of details: a company of French soldiers was marching through the streets of the town. They broke formation and went in single file along the communication trench leading to the front line. Another group followed them.