My mother's hair had more white in it than I remembered.
He says it's like all the white in the world.
The god was white in color with eyes half closed.
She looked up at me, eyes white in her dark face.
My hair was not, as it ought to have been, white in the morning!
He was real white, almost in a state of shock.
A man with a streak of white in his hair.
I could tell because there was more white in his mouth than usual.
It felt like all the white in the room turned black.
The whites of her eyes were much too white in the dark.