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“He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. "I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us." Francesca laughed at him.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Legend

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I gave him a hurt look.

Justus pulled the tip of his hoodie over his eye and lowered his voice. “It remains to be seen; sometimes it takes years to uncover abilities.��

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His blue eyes flashed up to mine. “Learner, we are all gifted.”
― Dannika Dark, Sterling

“I should've known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and something about the delicate arc of the lids: a cat's slant, a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, a secret.”
― Tana French, The Secret Place

“The maid came in to light up and soon it would be time to go upstairs and change for dinner. I thought this woman one of the most fascinating I had ever seen. She had a long thin face, dead white, or powdered dead white. Her hair was black and lively under her cap, her eyes so small that the first time I saw her I thought she was blind. But wide open, they were the most astonishing blue, cornflower blue, no, more like sparks of blue fire. Then she would drop her eyelids and her face would go dead and lifeless again. I never tired of watching this transformation.”
― Jean Rhys, Sleep It Off Lady: Stories

“Just listen, okay?" He grabs my shoulders before I can move past him, and I know, I know that something huge is happening, the kind of thing that takes worlds apart and remakes them. Hurricanes and tornadoes and boys with blue eyes.”
― Lauren Oliver, Broken Things

“The days which bracketed hurricanes were painful in their clarity, sharp edge clouds, blue sky hard as a cop's eyes.”
― N.K. Jemisin, How Long 'til Black Future Month?

“What fascinated me most were her eyes... with a single glance, she could convey the most intimate message. She had beautiful lips but almost nothing needed to be said with those eyes. Those eyes pierced mine. There are many blue eyes in the world, but her blue eyes meant heaven to me in a way that blue had never meant before.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“There was something about her... the blueness of her eyes had arrested him in his place. A hint of sadness had touched them when he'd spoken, and he wondered why. Part of him wished he could go back to her and make her smile.
A mad possibility entered his mind. It made no sense at all, yet he couldn't get it out of his head. She'd looked so familiar...
No, it couldn't be her.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“Merritt stared in bemusement at the big, wrathful Scotsman. He was an extraordinary sight, more than six feet of muscle and brawn dressed in a thin wet shirt and trousers that clung as if they'd been glued to his skin. An irritable shiver, almost certainly from the chill of evaporating alcohol, ran over him. Scowling, he reached up to remove his flat cap, revealing a shaggy mop of hair, several months past a good cut. The thick locks were a beautiful cool shade of amber shot with streaks of light gold.
He was handsome despite his unkempt state. Very handsome. His blue eyes were alert with the devil's own intelligence, the cheekbones high, the nose straight and strong. A tawny beard obscured the line of his jaw- perhaps concealing a weak chin?- she couldn't tell. Regardless, he was a stunner.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“My first thought when I met you," he said, "I thought you had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen."

The world spun and Elliot was the only still thing anchoring me and keeping me from falling off. I swallowed, my fingers still wrapped around his bicep and our eyes locked together.

"My turn," he said, his voice low, "What's your favorite color?"

"Green," I said. It was a miracle I could even speak. "What's yours?"

His eyes didn't leave mine. "Blue.”
― NorthByNorth, Saving Elliot

“A small part of me, though--- probably the part of me that hadn't kissed anyone in about a year and hadn't had sex for what might as well have been an epoch--- imagined what it would be like, kissing this bizarre stranger. He was hot, like burning, despite his odd mannerisms. The confident way he stood, his manner of speech, the bold smolder of those bright blue eyes...
I bet he'd kiss like the world was ending.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One

“It was about time he opened his eyes to see just to whom he was speaking.
After several quick blinks, he managed to do just that, gazing up into a small, heart-shaped face. A pretty face. Not one of a curvy seductress or a cool-hearted courtesan, but a feminine, delicately featured face. He knew this face. He adored this face.
"Miss Charlotte Greene," he stated finally, taking a risk and raising his head to get a better look.
Sitting at his side, the white skirt of her thick night rail tucked around her legs, she smiled down at him with concerned eyes of deep blue. Gorgeous sapphire eyes often hidden behind the rims of small, round spectacles.
Truthfully, she happened to be the complete opposite of what he was usually attracted to. She was a bit too thin, too short, and too quiet for his tastes, which had always leaned toward the voluptuous, the tall, and the spirited. Normally, she wasn't one to stand out. And he rather suspected she preferred it that way.
However, while most young bucks readily discounted her merits and furtively joked about her quirky behavior behind her back, Rothbury had always sensed a subtle undercurrent of passion in her dark blue gaze. Unlike the "diamonds" of the ton and demimonde, who slinked across assembly rooms completely aware of their beauty and the power that accompanied it, Miss Greene moved like a woman who hadn't yet realized how utterly fetching she truly was. She clung to the walls, sometimes barely raising her eyes from the floor, rarely spoke but to her closest friends, and shied away from situations that demanded she converse with the opposite sex.
Strange it was for him to notice those facets in such an unassuming woman. Strange it was he should have noticed her at all. But he always did. The second she walked into a room.”
― Olivia Parker, To Wed a Wicked Earl

“Held in his piercing powder-blue vision, I froze. A butterfly awakened in my chest.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“I can feel his blue eyes on me. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my cheek. I slightly tilt my head in his direction, and when I do, that’s when he takes the opportunity to kiss me. Soft, tantalizing strokes of the tongue leave me mesmerized.”
― Valenciya Lyons, Torn Hearts

“He had a job that would forever consume his life, and that job didn’t have anything to do with Col’s blue eyes or the flowers that bloomed at his touch.”
― Molly Ringle, Sage and King

“And his eyes weren't so gray; really were blue, after all. Really were quite bright and deep and brilliantly blue--like a summer sky or the ocean, she'd wager, though she had not seen the ocean. Had never seen anything, anything so blue as his eyes...”
― Allie Ray, Inheritance

“His eyes were the colour of a sky I'd never see again if I refused to kill him, a colour I'd never get out of my mind, never forget no matter how many times I painted it. He shook his head, those eyes growing so large the white showed all around. He would never see that sky, either. And neither would these people, if I failed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Her eyes are the bright blue of chipped beach glass.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“His sharp eyes fall on me, and oh my great God, they soften into the clearest azure colour. They soften as if he were drowning and found his shore in me.”
― Rina Kent, Misted

“As Christopher checked into the hotel and conversed with the concierge, he remarked on a portrait that hung over the marble mantel in the lobby. The subject was a singularly beautiful woman with mahogany-colored hair and striking blue eyes.
"That is a portrait of Mrs. Rutledge, sir," the concierge said with a touch of fond pride. "A beauty, is she not? A better, kinder lady could not be found anywhere."
Christopher regarded the portrait with casual interest. He recalled that Amelia Hathaway had said one of her sisters had married Harry Rutledge, the owner of the hotel. "Then Mrs. Rutledge is one of the Hathaway sisters of Hampshire?"
"Just so, sir."
That had brought a quizzical smile to Christopher's lips. Harry Rutledge, being a wealthy and well-connected man, could have had any woman he wanted. What madness had inspired him to marry into such a family? It was the eyes, Christopher decided, looking closer, unwillingly fascinated. Hathaway blue, heavily lashed. Exactly like Beatrix's.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“He’s quite tall with broad shoulders and an athletic physique that even his suit and tie cannot hide. My eyes continue their upward travel to his strong square-shaped face framed with brown curly hair that falls to his shoulders and deep, piercing blue eyes. The corners of his mouth curve upward when he notices me staring a moment too long.”
― Valenciya Lyons, Torn Hearts

“The leaves are falling
And it is Libra season.
The roads will be smokey, icy looking
Just like the blue in your eyes.

(From the Music single “Autumn reminds me of you.��)”
― Scarlet Jei Saoirse

“My first thought when I met you," he said, "I thought you had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

The world spun and Elliot was the only still thing anchoring me and keeping me from falling off. I swallowed, my fingers still wrapped around his bicep and our eyes locked together.

"My turn," he said, his voice low, "What's your favorite color?"

"Green," I said. It was a miracle I could even speak. "What's yours?"

His eyes didn't leave mine. "Blue.”
― NorthByNorth, Saving Elliot

“A far cry now that she is in Tajrish. This is District One. The posh end of town. Snuggled deep in between the streets of this bustling roundabout are where the rich live. She looks up, a huge billboard with a blue-eyed model sits there with a phone in his hand. Some brand she’s never heard of. She has never quite understood the infatuation Iranians have with celebrities and colored eyes. To her, it seems like any Iranian with green or blue eyes makes their way either on the big screen or on a billboard. The old traditional concept of Persian beauty, black eyes with a unibrow now replaced with Hollywood-inspired looks. The Leo DiCaprios, Brad Pitts of this world. Still a cheap knock-off of them as well.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“She was known as the girl with the Sumerian blue eyes.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Such a blue, his eyes were. Like the center of a flame, as though some internal furnace lit them. She was tempted to hold her hand up to them, to see if she could feel heat.”
― Julie Anne Long, Beauty and the Spy

“Good-looking blue-eyed men were usually the least trustworthy of anyone- how many times had she read of a villain with "icy blue eyes"? But Collins's eyes weren't icy at all. They were homey, soft, an old-denim blue like a pair of perfectly worn-in jeans, and they were focused on her now, full of hope. She found she didn't want to say no to him.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Bright blue/green eyes I adore,
with me for them admiration I store,
yet I have a woman in my life,
brightly eyed, that I love, like a wife.

I love the sky at early dawn,
when ancient sorrow it makes gone,
I love the sea, where birds would soar,
ever moments with her I adore.”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Iram, biram, brendon, bo,
Where did all the children go?
They went to the east. They went to the west.
They went where the cuckoo has its nest.”
― Alan Garner, Treacle Walker

“His eyes were so vivid, with a sort of starburst brightness to the blue I'd never seen in anyone else's eyes.
I really must have been the densest person alive not to realize from the jump just how not human he was.
They were beautiful eyes, I realized.
He was beautiful.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One