I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

Tears began running down my face.

I don't want to miss my train.

I don't want to lose my job.

So what I decided to do is to pluck fine hair out of my face.

And I felt the tears streaming down my face.

Alexander was bleeding to death, with his legs torn away, his stomach ripped open, and his face mutilated.

I'd rather clean my room than spend time doing my homework.

I was really concerned about having to wear this gadget on my face.

These are particularly dangerous because there is no mask on my face.

When I donned the face veil, my own father was against it.

I'm able to lose 40 percent of my weight without dying.

I could whiz around and feel the wind in my face again.

His eyes searched my face to see if I was talking straight.

But he told me to believe and feel the wind in my face.

Toughness? Well, we was in West Jordan, Utah, and this bull shoved my face right through the metal shoots in a you know, busted my face all up and had to go to the hospital.

I washed my face with this this morning in preparation for this.

So there is sweat dripping off my head, because I have to carve Homer Simpson like that, in that position.

This girl has a pretty face. My heart melts from looking at it.

Happy face? Sad face? Sleepy face? Anybody do that?

I thought, What's my mother's face going to look like on the day of my funeral?

I could feel the wind against my face and the beat of my racing heart as if it were happening in that very moment.

Tomorrow, I've got an important mission first thing in the morning. I shouldn't be wasting my time with this.

But for TV they wanted me to be upright so they could see my face, basically.

And I hung up the phone, and I put my face in my hands, and I screamed this silent scream.

So he's actually using the video camera on the device to follow my face.

Pharaoh said to him, Get away from me! Be careful to see my face no more for in the day you see my face you shall die!

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And that wind in my face made me believe that he was mad and I would drive.

My father didn't have one, but when I looked in the mirror just before I went on stage I saw my father's face staring straight back at me.

I sat down and felt the blood rush down from my face, and in the heat of the desert, I was freezing cold.

My goal is to show the humanity that exists in every one of us through the simplicity of a face.

I can't feel my lips my face is frozen I can't feel my hands I can't feel my feet.

We're what they colloquially call a single mother family. I haven't seen my father's face.

But no faces?

Wash your face.

Wash up.

Her face turned pale.

Her face paled.

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Zannevesht, also a blogger and journalist, writes , it is not easy to see the bloody face of a woman on my computer screen.

And she thought for a minute and said, It's the first time I can see my husband's face in winter.

Losing one's health is worse than losing money.

And finally, Laila, advised Ahmed not to miss the chance of reading Saramago's novel أنصحك يا أحمد ، بألا تفوت قراءة ( العمى ) ، رواية تشعرك بالواقعية ، تشعرك بأهمية العينين ، مازلت إلى اليوم أخشى احساس فقد البصر فجأة في مكان ما My advice to you Ahmed, is not to miss the chance of reading Blindness .

I hate to lose.