“I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea.But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?”
“The very first thing I saw was his eyes, bluer and brighter than the sea itself. They gazed at me, so dazzling, and for an instant I couldn't even feel the pain. I was too overcome by the handsomeness of this sandy haired boy”
“Contrast and compliment. The blue is never more blue than it is when paired with orange. And the orange is never bluer than when eaten on a cloud in the sky.”
“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”
“His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.”
“It's only when he finds my face that he meets my gaze; I step into the sea of blue in his eyes, dive right in and drown.”