Tears of joy rained down their cheeks.

My cheeks burn.

Her cheeks were tinged with red by the warmth of fire.

I got slapped on both cheeks.

Two tears fell down her cheeks.

I saw a woman with hollow cheeks.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks.

Little babies' cheeks feel like velvet.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

His cheeks were burning with shame.

Her cheeks began to glow with shame.

Her cheeks began to glow at his compliments.

He read the letter with tears running down his cheeks.

Her cheeks were red.

Her cheeks were tinged with pink.

Her cheeks were as cold as ice.

Her cheeks burned with shame.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Her cheeks were faintly flushed.

Her cheeks flamed up.

She called out to him, with tears running down her cheeks.

She looked at me with tears running down her cheeks.

She read his letter, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

She expanded her cheeks.

She implored mercy with tears running down her cheeks.

She sang the song with tears running down her cheeks.

Tears ran down Alice's cheeks.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Tears trickled down her cheeks.

Tears were running down her cheeks.

Tears fell down her cheeks.

My companions, who weren't wearing hats, apparently had their noses and cheeks turn red.

The boy stroked the girl on the chin and kissed her on the cheeks.

Fever flushed his cheeks.

I love it when he kisses my lips. No, my cheeks.

Tears ran down my cheeks.

In the human body, we find: hair, forehead, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, jaw, cheeks, beard, teeth, tongue, etc..

Tom kissed Mary on both cheeks.

Her very long, black eyelashes set off the aristocratic pallor of her cheeks.

The woman has beautiful cheeks.

Women have beautiful cheeks.

His cheeks were bright red.

Her cheeks were bright red.

She has beautiful rosy cheeks.

Her cheeks were burning.

Tears rolled down her tender cheeks.

Tears began to spill down her cheeks.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall. She had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New Year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse!

Tears coursed down her cheeks.

Your red cheeks give away your perversion.

Your red cheeks radiate innocence.

Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.

Maria rubbed her cheeks with the palms of her hands and looked around with embarrassment.

The hamster has stuffed cheeks.

Her cheeks reddened.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks.

She felt as if her cheeks were on fire.

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

She hid her burning cheeks in the bosom of the young man.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

The girl looked at him once more, and then she blushed as if a flame had gone up her cheeks.

Then Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they became blooming; and she kissed his eyes, and they shone like her own; she kissed his hands and his feet, and then he became quite healthy and cheerful.

The boy soon became himself again, the rosy colour returned to his cheeks, he jumped down from the old man's lap, and danced around him on the floor.

The wind bit her cheeks.

The cold wind bit her cheeks.

Tom kissed her on both cheeks.

Mary kissed him on both cheeks.

Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are all red.

Both of her cheeks turned red.

Her cheeks turned red.

Tom laughed so much tears ran down his cheeks.

When we think of nineteenth-century chimney sweeps, we think of ragamuffins with soot on their cheeks.

My cheeks were red.

She had tears pouring down her cheeks.

Tom's cheeks turned red.

His cheeks turned red.

Your cheeks are flushed.

At last they were ready, cheeks scarlet and eyes glowing with excitement.

As I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight.

He has traces of lipstick on his cheeks.

He has lipstick on his cheeks.

One would have taken her for a little angel, she was so beautiful; for her swooning had not dimmed the brightness of her complexion: her cheeks were carnation, and her lips coral.

She spent days without taking food and nights without obtaining sleep; she laughed and wept by turns; she would doze and suddenly awake with a start; she would turn pale and immediately afterwards her cheeks became suffused with a blaze.

It is true that Daphnis is handsome, but he is not the only one that is comely. His cheeks are rosy, no doubt, but so are the flowers; he sings, but so do the birds. And yet after seeing the flowers and hearing the birds I no longer think of them as I think of him.

Chloe compared the black hair of Daphnis to myrtle-berries; while he likened her cheeks to apples where the white is suffused with red.

Her cheeks went bright red.

Tom and Mary hugged each other and kissed each other's cheeks.

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

She has sweet dimples in her cheeks.

She has lovely dimples in her cheeks.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

Tom used his handkerchief to wipe the tears from Mary's cheeks.

Tom and Mary have scars on their cheeks.

My cheeks are sore from smiling too much.

Her eyes and hair were of the same rich hazel colour, and her cheeks, though considerably freckled, were flushed with the exquisite bloom of the brunette, the dainty pink which lurks at the heart of the sulphur rose.

Her cheeks were freckled.

Thus upon the empty show / he feeds his soul, while ever and again / deeply he sighs, and tears run down his cheeks like rain.

The cold wind made Mary's cheeks red.

Not everything with two cheeks is a face.