Ocean Eyes Meaning Novels & Stories

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge. - "It will embrace me, too. Soon."

I turn my attention from the thoughts running through my mind to his eyes. “And listen to my voice. Okay?” He asks, I nod. “You say they remind you of the ocean right? The bright blue waves crashing on the sand. The sound that could put almost anyone’s mind at ease. The salt in the air creating a beautiful scent. The sand on your feet, feels like memory foam every time you take a step. Is that what my eyes remind you of?” He says, my breathing gets a little better. “Yes” I gasp, trying to collect more air.

Deep blue eyes hold me captive and I can't look away, once caught by the blindspot. I wait for him to say something. Something that he desires to say but he does not say anything. He remains silent, his ocean eyes boring into my earthy ones. The soft look in his warm eyes caress my face. It is almost as if I can feel the touch, and I realize the way the ocean meets the surface of the earth and how the earth holds it. How beautifully it kisses the sandy surface with a strong urge — as strong as the tidal waves — as deep as the seabeds.

His voice sharpened—still quiet, but colder. “June friend said my eyes like June. Beautiful. But June said my eyes like you. Ocean. Papa. I want to go to ocean. I don’t want ocean in my eyes!” I hurriedly applied the liquid that created fake wrinkles on my face. Aurora was learning to talk more each day, and nothing stayed hidden in her tiny stomach. “Ocean. Do you know what ocean is?” Dante asked. “June said it’s water. But why would water in our eyes? Papa!”

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

He wanted to see this miracle. He struggled, and his muscles burned as they twitched, but even the smallest slit was enough. He was in the cool shade, and looking into his soul was an eye. The most tender of blues. It looked as soft as satin, and so different from his own grey eyes. It was as if an entire sea was in them, swirling, and reflecting all the gold flecks of the sun in them. That sea was warm but it didn't hurt him. Maybe Red_Two wasn't going to die alone, lifted to the chest of the ocean-eyed man, cradled in his arms, feeling loved.

Finally, after days of travel, we reach the border of Oceana, and with it, the Oceanean barrier. The sight of it takes my breath away. It’s not like the magical barrier surrounding Altinna, invisible yet ever-present. The Oceanean barrier is a vast, deep body of water, stretching as far as the eye can see, glimmering under the sunlight like a sheet of polished glass. The water is impossibly calm, as though no ripple or wave has ever disturbed its surface. River’s eyes light up as soon as he sees it. He’s not even trying to mask his excitement.

“What message?” Her grip tightens slightly around his waist, as if bracing herself. “You must find a werewolf with the ocean in his eyes.” A sharp snort escapes him before he can stop it. “The ocean in his eyes,” he repeats, his voice tinged with skepticism. “That would mean a werewolf whose eyes are pure blue. You do realize that doesn’t exist, right? Even before the apocalypse, pure blue-eyed werewolves were nothing more than a myth. And besides, a werewolf having the ocean in his eyes would mean he’s…” He trails off, shaking his head. “Ridiculous.”

he said. “Fine…” Ojaswi lifted her head and glanced at his eyes. His eyes were like an ocean where she wanted to swim and never come out. Even though she was not an expert in learning the emotion from her eyes, she still felt like his eyes spoke so many things which he would never say out loud.