Eyes

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

Nothing remained to her except her beautiful eyes, which inspired pain, because, large as they were, it seemed as though one beheld in them a still larger amount of sadness.

They can't tell so much about you if you got your eyes closed.

His black eyes lit with a warmth which half displaced the cold make-believe that usually dwelt in them.

She came on, stepped over the white fence, came so close all he could see were her eyes, those grey, light-filled eyes which hadn’t lost their beauty or their hold over his heart.