How to use Face in a sentence
She made a face at him.
She turned her face away from him.
His face was still pale.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
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Her face was burning.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
His face was white, but very homely.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.Advertisement
Her face became sad.
His face is white, and he seems very weak.
Her face flushed, and when her mother attempted to take the bag from her, she grew very angry.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.Advertisement
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
She felt my face and dress and my bag, which she took out of my hand and tried to open.
The calf licked good boy's face with long rough tongue.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.Advertisement
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
Her face is hard to describe.
His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.
He covered his face and wept.
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She stopped and gazed up at his face.
He studied her face.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
The blood drained from her face and goose bumps covered her arms under the sweater.
Finally she looked up at his face.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
She slapped his face.
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
The boy's face beamed with delight.
Second, in addition to facts, the web has become the face of almost all organizations of the planet.
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
She is sitting by me as I write, her face serene and happy, crocheting a long red chain of Scotch wool.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
Instead she accepted the entire package at face value.
Every dead soldier has a face, a story, and a bereaved family.
And we notice that her face grows more expressive each day.
It is said that a flood-tide, with a westerly wind, and ice in the Neva, would sweep St. Petersburg from the face of the earth.
No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth.
Sonya could not continue, and again hid her face in her hands and in the feather bed.
Carmen made a face.
Warmth invaded her face.
His eyes blinked and opened, slowly focusing on her face.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
Alex made a face.
She made a face...
She had a wild urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss the worry from his face.
His face brightened to a smile.
He got in her face.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
She knew my feelings by the look on my face.
My heart dropped when I saw the look on her face.
She turned to me, her face only inches from mine.
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
Martha could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
She shook her head and wiped her face.
She stood there in bathrobe and nightgown, a look of panic on Martha's face.
When I made a face, she said, "It gets better after you've had a few."
When I returned to my office, Betsy met me, a frown on her face.
Betsy pivoted around, wipeing her face, and hugged her.
He was wearing a shirt and his unfastened necktie was hanging in my face.
I tried to say more but she put her finger to my lips as she wiped her face.
It was apparent by the look on Jackson's face.
Jackson read the shocked look on my face.
Now you have Julie, a nice home and a future looking you in the face.
The look of shock on Betsy's face was immediately picked up by Molly and frightened the young girl.
I served my time, all twelve years, three months and sixteen days of it, but it pales in the face of suffering I poured on these young ladies.
My specially soaked rag was secure in a plastic bag so I withdrew it and had it over the child's face before she turned to see who entered.
Nauseous from panic, I elbowed my way close enough to see a female figure, her face covered with an oxygen mask.
I could feel tears streaming down my face though I had no recollection of generating them.
I'm sure Howie must have known by the look on my face my news wouldn't be favorable.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
I could tell by the look on his face, he'd had no such thought.
I said as I cleaned my face and staggered to my feet.
His face didn't look rubbery like a Halloween mask, but he didn't look normal.
He had Papaw's face, with wrinkles around his eyes and a kind smile.
The pale, dark-haired youth was drenched, but it was the wild look on his face that made her stop in the middle of the foyer and watch him pace with agitated energy.
She didn't see her brother's bleached hair and familiar face anywhere in the crowd.
He rubbed his face and crossed to the bathroom.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
She landed on a topless bottle of oil and spit the fluid out as it sprayed across her face.
Tears wetted her face as men in what looked like black tactical SWAT gear entered the garage.
The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.
With a deep breath, she opened the door, uncertain what horror she'd face next.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
His cheekbones were high, his chiseled face matching the chiseled body.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
He tucked the phone away and met her gaze, watching the emotions that crossed her face.
Jonny sensed him as well and looked up, confusion and fear crossing his face.
The young man's face paled even more, until he was as white as his bleached hair.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
There were tears on her face, and her breathing was shallow and ragged.
She wiped her face and returned to her side.
When he didn't, she rubbed her face, wondering what exactly she'd been dragged into and if her heart would explode if he reappeared.
He rubbed his face.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
Her eyes sparkled again, her face glowing.
He hadn't thought it as harsh as it was, just like he thought nothing of killing anything in his path, but seeing the look on a normal human's face reminded him he'd been close to losing what humanity he possessed for quite a while.
Her words followed him, and he rubbed his face.
He peeled off a glove to display a hand as scarred as his face.
She scooted forward and placed her hands on either side of his face.
He touched his face, tumultuous emotions crossing his face.
She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.
He touched his face again then rubbed the back of his head.
He looked up, a surprised expression crossing his face, as if he'd told her something he wasn't supposed to.
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
She gazed at him, lips parted and face flushed.
They both tiptoed around the sexual attraction between them, and her face was flushed again.
The man's face was red with shame this time.
A look of anguish crossed Jonny's face.
His last words were whispered, his face red.
Jonny wiped his face.
Tears spilled down his face.
Anger and terror were on his face.
His anger faltered, and sorrow filled his face.
His eyes were wiser, his face firmer with few signs of the troubled youth she remembered.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.
He touched her automatically, stroking the side of her face and tucking errant curls behind her ear.
He took her face in his hands and drew her to him, kissing her once again.
She touched his face, then his hair, her cool power soothing him.
She placed her hands on her face and winced as Sofi vacuumed her power as Darian had.
His golden gaze was down, turmoil on his face.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.
He was normal, aside from the weird buzz at the base of his skull that'd kept him awake every night since Bianca touched his face.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
It was a man too familiar to be a stranger, with beautiful purple eyes, a small frame, and a face without emotion.
He replaced his weapons and washed his face, feeling very much like this was to be his last day alive.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
Dusty looked from Darian's hopeful face to Jonny's pale and sullen features.
As if noticing him for the first time, Darian stared at Bianca's brother, an odd look crossing his face.
He shouted at her, fury on his face, but his words were lost to the storm.
The creature's emerald eyes stopped sparkling, and his face grew long.
Lightning revealed Jonny's face.
His face was drawn and pale, his eyes wild.
Jonny's eyes were open and blank, his face pale.
His face blazed red from exertion, his eyes glowing brightly.
She brushed water from his face and traced a finger along his jaw.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
He smoothed her hair from her face with a gloved hand.
He nodded, concerned gaze on her face.
His assassin's gaze was bright and his face healthy, a pleasant surprise.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
He breathed in her familiar scent, her curls tickling his face.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
He let a rare smile cross his face.
Her flawless face was flushed, her breathing quick.
He blocked it and the next two blows and then snatched a fist headed for his face, twisted her arm, and spun her.
By the look on her face, it wasn't the first time the Other had raised his voice at his alleged daughter.
She locked her doors and wiped rain from her face.
Her face turned hot.
Jonny looked up, uncertainty crossing his face.
He exchanged a look with her, and understanding crossed her face.
When the guardsman rose, the arrogance was gone from his face, replaced by anger.
Jule was knocked off his feet by a hard blow but got back up, beckoning to the other creature with a look of confidence out of place for his bloodied face.
His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.
He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes.
His body was on fire again, and sweat trickled down his face.
Xander's face faded in and out of focus, and his thoughts kept drifting away.
He reached for her face, and she flinched away.
Her face warmed again.
She pondered what made her decision so simple and touched her face again.
Jenn forced a smile on her face.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
In the end, she typed a smiley face and locked her phone before changing into gym clothes and making her way to the gym.
His face was solemn.
She indicated the new bruises on her face and neck.
He broke the barrier between them and touched her face.
Jule hesitated only a moment longer before he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
The Watcher's face reddened.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
The slow smile, the one that made her shiver, spread across his face.
Jule saw it in his face.
Let me face them, she said.
His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he held out his hand.
Her gaze went from Darian to her father, and Jule saw the flash of anger that crossed her face.
Instead of preparing to face off the vamp, she floated upwards.
Yully cleared her throat and nodded, her face hot.
She turned to face the small man and gasped.
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and smiled, a brilliant sight that made her eyes sparkle and face glow.
Yully wiped her tears and flung her arms around his neck, fluttering hundreds of kisses across his face.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
Her vision cleared, and she looked into the face of the man from her vision, though he was much younger standing before her.
As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision.
Everything was overturned or shredded, from the furniture to the bookshelves to the TV lying on its face.
I just have this feeling… Jake said, his face troubled.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Ask Claire what's going on, Dusty typed with a smiley face.
Sofia wanted to pound Jake's face in.
By the look of understanding on his face, he knew what she expected to feel.
She didn't miss the surprised look on Han's face.
She met his gaze with a nod, and they looked at each other until her face flushed.
Embarrassed by her words and the tears streaming down her face, she ran past him and up the stairs leading to the second floor, issuing a cry of frustration when she realized she didn't know which of the three wings led to her room.
He opened his eyes to face Han outside her closed door.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing one blonde lock from her face.
She withdrew her face from his chest and looked up at him, her silver-blue eyes filled with emotion.
The woman in his arms ducked her head again and closed her eyes, missing the flash of darkness that crossed his mind and face.
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
By the look on Damian's face, he wasn't happy.
The world will still face many challenges, which we will discuss shortly.
My first thought was, one of the dogs has hurt Mildred; but Helen's beaming face set my fears at rest.
She went through these motions several times, mimicking every movement, then she stood very still for a moment with a troubled look on her face, which suddenly cleared, and she spelled, "Good Helen," and wreathed her face in a very large, artificial smile.
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.
Her enormous figure stood erect, her powerful arms hanging down (she had handed her reticule to the countess), and only her stern but handsome face really joined in the dance.
What was expressed by the whole of the count's plump figure, in Marya Dmitrievna found expression only in her more and more beaming face and quivering nose.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
The eyes and face of the sick man showed impatience.
At another spot he noticed a Russian soldier laughingly patting a Frenchman on the shoulder, saying something to him in a friendly manner, and Kutuzov with the same expression on his face again swayed his head.
His gaze wandered over her face.
Alex shot her a stern look and she made a face.
Gerald made a face.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
She glanced up at his face.
She let her gaze fall sternly on Dulce's face.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
Again she leaned back so she could see his face.
You should have seen Dad's face.
Carmen felt warmth flood her face.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
The smile faded from his face.
Dulce was so angry that tears were rolling down her face.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
For a moment he studied her face.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
Katie made a face.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
Tonight he divided his attention between the knife and her face - no doubt waiting for her to broach the subject.
When she looked up at him, his gaze roved over her face.
At least now they could face this thing together.
Then he drew back, his gaze running over her face in that familiar confident way.
His gaze scoured her face.
When it came back to her face, a slow smile erased the creases between his brows.
His gaze wandered over her face in contemplation.
His gaze traveled over her face in that familiar way, his expression reflective.
She glanced down at the straining bodice and made a face.
Matthew turned his face away, fussing.
His reflective gaze traveled over her face and finally his brows lifted briefly.
He nodded, his gaze strolling over her face absently.
Quint felt the warmth flow into his face.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
Len's face was pasty white and for a moment she thought he was going to throw up.
Your face is as white as a sheet.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
She handed them to Howard, who watched her face with a puzzled expression.
Lisa rolled her face away from the bright window.
Once free of the vehicle she took a deep breath and turned to face her rescuer.
His face was clean shaven, but his dark curly hair was thick and unruly.
At 5' 8, she was tall, but still had to lift her chin to see his face.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
Again she saw Nick's face in the car window.
Giddon exclaimed sharply and clawed a spider web from his face.
Chancing a glance at his face, she found him watching her in a strange way.
She stood and wiped her face with her shirt sleeves, still hiccoughing.
Opening it, she removed a tissue and wiped the tears from her face.
He hesitated, studying her face with a puzzled expression.
She had nearly run him down, slapped his face and taken him away from his work in less than twenty-four hours.
In the shower, she lifted her face to the warm water.
Turning her face to the shower, she cried again.
He looked up and studied her face intently for a moment.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
Then his face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around his eyes and grooves in his cheeks.
Her face grew hotter.
Her gaze returned to his face sharply.
When she talked to people, she liked to do it face to face.
Lisa's face felt hot.
Thick dark lashes and a deep tan intensified the blue of his eyes, and his freshly shaven face had attractive angles.
His attention left the road long enough to search her face.
Sarah made a face.
She touched her lips with trembling fingers, her face burning.
Her face grew hotter and she gnawed at her bottom lip.
His face was sober, the blue eyes probing her mind again.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
Allen swaggered over to the pool, a conceited smile on his handsome face.
Her face flushed hotly.
She glanced up quickly, feeling the color deepen in her face.
He studied her face with mocking eyes, and his mouth twisted into a humorless smile.
Her face was hot and cold by turns.
He lifted his head, his hungry gaze searching her face.
The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
His piercing gaze lifted to her face and the hair rose on the back of her neck.
Lisa's face grew hot.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
Lisa glanced sharply at Sarah, a slow flush invading her face.
He glanced up at her frowning face and chuckled.
He studied her face with amused eyes.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
His face looked forlorn.
You should have seen Allen's face.
She stopped and turned to face him.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
She gasped and glanced up at his face.
Lisa turned her face away and hoped Tammy didn't notice her shoulders shaking as she laughed silently.
The blood drained from her face.
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
Certainly placing the family picture face down on the coffee table had done nothing to ease her pain.
At her words, his face paled.
Gazing up into his face, she smiled.
A wry smile twisted his face, but the eyes softened.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
His head jerked up and his face flamed.
The door opened quietly and Yancey entered, his face bland as he retrieved the magazine from his chair.
Lisa stared up at him, the blood draining from her face.
When she woke again, the sun was shining on her face.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
Yancey's face was over hers.
He studied her face intently, masking any emotion.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
Opening the door, she kept her face hidden as she walked down the hallway.
His face was livid, the veins standing out on his neck.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
She could feel her face getting hot.
She sank to the bed weakly and covered her face with her hands.
She raised her face to look at him and caught Sarah and Connie making a hasty exit from the room.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
She chanced a look at his face only to discover that he was laughing.
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Charcoal gray eyes studied her critically from a face too rugged to be handsome.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Adrienne's face was burning.
It was Adrienne's turn to make a face.