worry line

The worry lines on his face were not so deep.

"The worry lines make him look older than his age."

The worry lines in his face were replaced by those of thought.

But I could read the worry lines in her forehead.

"By the worry lines on your face, I think it must be a lady friend."

Those worry lines had grown deeper over the last few days.

He was frowning at the stone, a worried line between his eyes.

That would account for the worry lines about his brow.

Luckily by then we had enough material - together with a few more worry lines.

But there was a worried line above his eyes.

And yet, he was already developing worry lines above the bridge of his nose.

She smiled at him and the worry lines were smoothed away.

His face was pallid and drawn over with worry lines.

His voice was light, but Olive could see the worry lines in the old man's face tighten as he spoke.

Pearson was a small man, serious, worry lines etched into his face.

And so will all those worry lines, the deep furrows of anxiety.

He was perhaps a few years older than Jack, but the worry lines seemed carved in wax.

Leopold was rapt, the worry lines in his face nearly gone.

He saw a pinch between her brows at the very same spot where the worry line was on his own face.

He was smiling and the worry lines were gone.

The point is to soften, not deepen, those worry lines, after all.

A smile flashes across her face, rapidly replaced by worry lines.

The one with the worry lines on his head."

All the worry lines were gone from your face."

Snail was coming toward him, a small worry line carved between his eyebrows.