Blue eyes

"He was eighty years old now, with a bloom on his cheeks like an autumn pippin and two limpid blue eyes that looked straight into yours and, if you had any reverence at all, made the tears well involuntarily at the sight of such gentle beauty."

"But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed."

"The heroine of almost every fairy tale in the world is blue-eyed, as a sign that she is the true, good, and lovable maiden who is the object and reward of the quest and labour of the prince."

"Conan's eyes blazed and he started as if stung; the guards tensed, grasping their bills, then relaxed as he dropped his head suddenly, as if in sullen resignation, and not even Demetrio could tell that he was watching them from under his heavy black brows, with eyes that were slits of blue bale-fire."

"Her eyes were likewise neither wholly blue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights and clouds of colors he could not define."

"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated."

"Brownish color and black eyes are more closely related to the sublime, blue eyes and blond color to the beautiful."

"Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me, They're pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too."

"Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go."

"Further, the consideration as to the complexion is very decided. Blondes prefer dark persons, or brunettes ; but the latter seldom prefer the former. The reason is, that fair hair and blue eyes are in themselves a variation from the type, almost an abnormity, analogous to white mice, or at least to grey horses. In no part of the world, not even in the vicinity of the pole, are they indigenous, except in Europe, and are clearly of Scandinavian origin."

"The eyes are crystal blue, I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if I recognize it...It's the most perfect blue I've ever seen. Even from this distance, his eyes are simply remarkable.”"

"Asclēpias, child of passion, bright eyes like the calm sea’s blue, You lure to sail for Cythēra whoever looks on you."

"His rode was reed, his eyen greye as goos;"

"The smylyng mouth and laughyng eyen gray"

"Her eyen gray and stepe Causeth myne hert to lepe;"

"Her eyes, faire eyes, like to the purest lights That animate the Sunne, or cheere the day, In whom the shining Sun-beames brightly play Whiles fancie dooth on them divine delights."

"Her eyes are Saphires set in snow, Refining heaven by everie winke; The Gods doo feare when as they glow, And I doo tremble when I thinke. Heigh ho, would she were mine."

"Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his two fore-feet close lies, Glaring obliquely with his great grey eyes."

"Here’s to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here’s to the nymph with but one, sir."

"Blue! ’Tis the life of heaven,—the domain Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of the sun,— The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,— The bosom of clouds, gold, gray, and dun. Blue! ’Tis the life of waters—ocean And all its vassal streams: pools numberless May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness. Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers— Forget-me-not,—the blue-bell,—and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!"

"Her blue affrayèd eyes wide open shone:"

"Nort’s grey eyes were unco’ gleg,"

"Like violets pale i’ the Spring o’ the year Came my Love’s sad eyes to my youth; Wan and dim with many a tear, But the sweeter for that in sooth: Wet and dim, Tender and true, Violet eyes Of the sweetest blue.Like pansies dark i’ the June o’ the year Grow my Love’s glad eyes to my prime; Rich with the purple splendour clear Of their thoughtful bliss sublime: Deep and dark, Solemn and true, Pansy eyes Of the noblest blue."

"The dropping grey-beard with the cold blue eye,"

"No light, no light in the blue Polish eye."

"No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes"