My mom can't stand to see us playing against each other. She closes her eyes.

My eyes got wide when they said this could happen.

We don't want this to happen again. This was a loss in front of my wife's eyes. They should know how to deal with a barking dog.

It made a tear come to my eyes. Just the thought of losing everything that you had all in a day, it's not a good feeling.

I remember her eyes with joy -- you will [remember] with fear,

You cannot find comfort in ducks.
Stoop to look into those beady brown eyes,
and they will tell you nothing.

- The Bridge, St. James's Park