He told me to wash my face.

I wash my face every morning.

I'm going to wash, so just stay around.

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

And I went to visit Louise Bourgeoise, who's also still working, and I looked at her sink, which is really amazing, and left.

At the house...there are many hankerchiefs Yoon's used to wipe his face and sweat.

There is a lot of varnish still sitting there, several retouches, and some over cleaning. It becomes very visible.

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

Merge two human face JPEGs!

They like to look at beautiful faces rather than plain faces.

And I'm watching your faces, because your faces are telling me something.

Older people look toward the smiling faces and away from the frowning, angry faces.

I give you a human face because you're experts at that.

Very embarrassing.

Shame on you!

Her face turned red.

He lost face.

You are blushing.

Shame on you.

You're turning red.

The disease leaves eight million people permanently blind each and every year. The shocking part about it is that to avoid being infected with trachoma, all you have to do is wash your face no medicine, no pills, no injections.

She has a round face.

Tom blushed.

I looked into the face of her son sitting next to her, and his face was just riven with grief and confusion.

We dislike scolding voices. We dislike frowning faces we like symmetrical faces, etc., etc.

This is a more interesting one where half faces were shown to some people, and then to add them into a list of most beautiful to least beautiful and then exposing a full face.

I looked into her face.

And, of course, happy faces.

It's a smiling face.

Shame on you guys.

For women, the best example I can give you is Enjoli the commercial I can put the wash on the line, pack the lunches, hand out the kisses and be at work at five to nine.

I looked into the face of one of these women, and I saw in her face the strength that arises when natural compassion is really present.

No.

Here's some faces.

I'm just another man.

The clown made a funny face.

Her face turned red suddenly.

I don't remember my grandmother's face accurately.

She couldn't look me straight in the face.

Tom kissed Mary on the cheek.

She cannot see his face.

His face, particularly the eyes, and his feet were swollen, with his cheeks and bloodied nose seemingly thicker than usual.

I got slapped on both cheeks.

The kind of little face, the portrait you did?

This time it's called the Facebook.