Even the doves were in mourning. The trees seemed to sigh at her leave-taking, and the windows of each building looked, to her, like sorrowful eyes. (first lines)

Having drown'd her sparkling Eyes in tears.

She had once been the belle of her circle of small tradesmen and salesmen, but now her little pig eyes with their swollen lids could scarcely open.

You are a woman marked for sorrow.

Twin miracles of mascara, her eyes looked like the corpses of two small crows that had crashed into a chalk cliff.

She was very fair and there was an expression of weariness in the lovely liquid dark eyes. Her little finely curved and red hued lips seemed like drooping rosebuds and were sealed as if it were in silence eternal....she seemed as if she guessed the cruel fate which had been meted out for her by the Rani and Rajah and her other rich but distant relations in whose hands she seemed a helpless toy.

She had eyes like strange sins.

There is nothing more painful in the world than Aly when she makes her big eyes. She makes her big hurt eyes, there's nothing you can do. She just kills you.

She was only a silhouette, swallowed by the darkness, her eyes shining with despair.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

The Widow Rowens was now in the full bloom of ornamental sorrow.

There breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.

Which are more full of fate: The stars; or those sad eyes? Which are more still and great: Those brows; or the dark skies?

O you had loved her sitting there, Half hidden in her loosen'd hair: Why, you had loved her for her eyes, Their large and melancholy look Of tenderness, and well mistook Their love for light of Paradise.