His eyes hung on me like a grateful dog's.

Uncle Miguel's eyes hung upon every change in my face.

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes clear in the light of the lantern hanging inside.

His misery made his eye hang on it for a moment.

The watching eyes had changed their quarry, and hung heavily upon the prior.

The question was idly phrased, but the dark eyes hung on me.

I think the eye kind of hangs over the panel.

One pale blue eye hung open, the other blankly shut.

"Whenever there's nobody looking, your eyes hang all over him like fur on a dog."

Within each of its arms hung a bitter eye like a fang suspended in fire.