Tom kissed Mary on the cheek.

My cheeks are burning.

And in the words of Jesus, I further say to you whosoever shall smite thee upon thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.

I got slapped on both cheeks.

Tom kissed Mary's cheek.

The tears were like hailstones that rolled down my cheeks

I'm getting a little bored of that kiss on the cheek, too.

There can be no turning the other cheek now, Lygia.

Would you let... him touch your cheek?

You'd never turn the other cheek to me, would you?

Woman jenny got a scratch down her cheek, but it's nothing.

A little girl screaming, claw marks down her cheeks.

And I felt the tears streaming down my face.

EDDIE Gosh, that's better than turning the other cheek.

And I'm kissing you on the cheek at exactly 5 50.

Just touch my cheek Let me take a look at your mouth

Doesn't want her other cheek slashed.

Constable, have you seen a man with a big scar on his cheek?

And they smote him and they spat upon him, and he turned to them his other cheek.

It was the tears that were indistinguishable from the Gulf that were falling down my cheek.

Bee eaters eat bees. This one has a nice blue cheek.

She came towards him, panting with anticipation cheeks rosy from the strong wind.

For instance, if I try to hit you on this cheek... you move to the other side.

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

I'd never even bought a drink with my own money.

A line of fullness to the cheek.

And the warmth of her body and the tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, and I started to cry.

He was sitting next to a transvestite with a long black wig and mascara running down her cheeks.

Pimplyfaced kids.

I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

Quite a character, this young driver.

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

It's a Blue cheeked Bee eater.

The 30 portraits were created by the artist Heather Dewey Hagborg from cheek swabs and hair clippings sent to her by Chelsea Manning.

This is some pimplefaced basketball player.

The bishop, red in the face, is running around in his underwear.

Because I don't like that troubled look on your face.

You woke up, felt fresh air on your face as you walked out the door, encountered new colleagues and had great discussions, and felt in awe when you found something new.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

And I looked into this trusting, loving face, and I said, Oh, no.

He's making a, kind of, cheek flapping sound.

Either you go up there and tell him it was you who did it and chop it off clean so he never comes crying to you again or you hold his hand, wipe his poor, perspiring brow fan his smoldering, dampened ego so it can burst up into flames and burn...

You see a scarfaced exCon. A twoBit safecracker.

She looks after my house for me. She's 62 years old and all wrinkled.

Daughter Scarlett, pimplefaced basketball player... sent her to Europe...