A Quote by Sean Evans

When humiliation begets heartbreak, your clothing permeates with a stench of desperation that only women can smell. — © Sean Evans
When humiliation begets heartbreak, your clothing permeates with a stench of desperation that only women can smell.
Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.
I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.
The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation
I actually love modeling clothing and showing women that clothing and style can help your confidence shine.
Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human miseries.
Really, drag is like, 'Oh, I'm putting on women's clothing,' but it's just clothing. The people who assign it as being for women is the culture and society.
I don't only wear men's clothing - I actually have more women's clothing than I do men's.
Prayer makes your heart bigger, until it is capable of containing the gift of God himself. Prayer begets faith, faith begets love, and love begets service on behalf of the poor.
Fearlessness begets happiness, which begets creativity, which begets innovation, which begets profits.
The stench of impurity before God and the angels is so great, that no stench in the world can equal it.
When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.
If you give a discount there's a desperation there and I like to substitute desperation with service and real quality. And the desperation goes away.
He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning.
It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.
When you're in the middle of it, when you're a kid growing up, you don't think, 'This is my first heartbreak.' You just think, 'My heart is broken.' But then as a parent, you look back, and you see your child go through his or her first heartbreak, and you're realizing, 'Oh my God, this is her first heartbreak.'
Men's clothing and women's clothing shouldn't even really be a thing.
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