“His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.”

“She had been dressed in her sky-blue gown and had been suddenly almost terrible in her completeness—so different from the ragged serving girl who had slept on his shoulder. And yet, the very same girl had been inside that blue dress.”

“The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.”

“This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.”

“Em,” he said again, his eyes wide and dark blue in the dim light. “Did you kiss Mark the other night?”

“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”

“Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.”

“He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.”

“Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,
And night, the dark blue hunter, followed fast:
Ceaseless pursuit and flight were in the sky,
But the long chase had ceased for us at last.”

“The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”