I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I stepped into the bedroom where he was killed and looked up at the ceiling, where you could still see the patterns of blood that had spurted from bin Laden's head when the bullet fired by a U.S. Navy SEAL tore through the terrorist leader's face.
Sometimes when you stand face to face with someone, you cannot see his face.
The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.
I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.
I'd never seen Rigondeaux's face without it being obscured by headgear or a photograph of Fidel he was holding up after winning a tournament. Finally I saw him, only to recognize the saddest face I'd ever seen in Cuba.
I covered my face because they had taken my wisdom teeth out.
So I'm ugly. So what? I never saw anyone hit with his face.
The face is the soul of the body.
None of us is responsible for the complexion of his skin. This fact of nature offers no clue to the character or quality of the person underneath.
He had a face like a blessing.