I shut my eyes, too full of sorrow to move.

He stood there a moment, his eyes still full of the light outside, seeing nothing in the pitch black darkness.

There wasn't any mind at all behind the full, round eyes.

Cristina looked up to find his blue eyes serious and full of concern for her.

Nothing can surpass the beauty of his full black eye.

She looked up into his big brown eyes, so full of concern.

She looked at me, eyes wide, full of awful things.

Her face was sad, blue eyes wide and full of loss.

His ears were wide at the base, the eyes large and full of expression.

He looked at me, eyes no longer full of anger but neither was there fear.