Eyes Never Lie Quotes Novels & Stories

I can see so many emotions swirling in her eyes. She always tries to hide many things, but just one look into her eyes and everything becomes crystal clear for me. I had seen the jealousy in her eyes when lily hugged me in front of her, I saw the fear of injections when we were in the office, and I have seen her care for me several times before. I know I will sound stupid, but for me, her eyes talk more truthfully than her mouth. Mom used to tell me that eyes are the window to the soul, but you will find very few people whose eyes will tell you everything because it is not easy to be so pure and innocent. And in Aadhya's case, she is so pure that sometimes even after her being so strong, I a

"Your eyes say no, though." "How did you say so?" "Eyes don't lie. In your eyes you can see everything in a person. Whether happy, sad, scared, and... lying. Just like you do," I swallowed. "What are you fighting for?" "Wow, so you're talking informally to me now. I should be angry but, go ahead and rest." "Okay, you too." "I'm still here. I can't go back yet." "Huh? Why?" "Huh? Again and again? Go ahead, go ahead."

His explanation was neat as if he’d rehearsed it. “You’re overreacting,” he said more softly, his tone gentler now. “Reflexes can be trained — athletes, soldiers, anyone who practices focus. But glowing eyes?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s the stuff of myths. Trust the science, not your imagination.” “Right,” I murmured, forcing a small smile. “Thank you, sir.” He nodded and returned to his paperwork, already done with me. I turned and left the office, the door clicking shut behind me.

There's a saying that, The body could lie but the eyes doesn't It reflects one's feelings and expression. It's no wonder some couples instruct the other to look into his or her eyes when speaking... It's said that, one that is lying wouldn't have the confidence to look directly into the eyes of the other as his confidence would betray him when he looks straight into the eyes of the other. She had also read cases of people saying. " Look into my eyes and tell me you love me. " They say this because, they realized that without him even saying, they would already be able to see the love and adoration in his eyes first.

His eyes. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

Pretending like everything was fine, I cleared my throat, “I will fix it." “How is that going to happen when you can't see?" He asked like I had told him about it. “What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning not to know what he was talking about. “Your eyes, what's wrong with them?” “I… uh… nothing,” I stammered. “Just tired, sir.” “You’ve been blinking at your screen for the last two minutes,” he said flatly. “You can’t see.” “I can see,” I lied but he didn't buy it.

“I’m sorry… just don’t like when people lie to my face—even if it’s in silence.” She nodded but still steered clear of me. “Then I’ll suggest you stop smiling.” I stared at her, hard. She tossed her hair. “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact that your eyes do not reflect emotion like normal people’s. You have dead man’s eyes, which means that when you smile, it’s even scarier.” I said nothing—just watched the numbers climb up. She cleared her throat. “I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually, I have a friend like that. She goes haywire when you lie to her face.”

“Being watched like this.” “It’s not watching,” I said. “It’s seeing and there’s a difference.” He didn’t say anything back, his eyes just followed my movements, probably wondering what I was seeing that he couldn’t. I let a minute pass before speaking again. “You hide things well.” He blinked. “What?” “Your eyes,” I said, sketching faster. “They tell stories, but not all of them belong to you. You’ve been carrying other people’s secrets too long.”

“Your eyes?” After sensing he must have leaned backward, I flickered my eyes open. “The rogue said so. I also had no idea what they were talking about,” I lied, my voice steeled and assertive, unlike before. “Perhaps if you could tell me whatever is strange in my eyes” “Beautiful silver balls,” he smiled faintly. “That’s all I could see”. My forehead twitched at how firm and believable the lie sounded– even to the country's ultimate Elder.

I offered the money to the driver when my eyes made contact with his. We didn’t say anything. Our eyes told everything the mouth cannot. And that was; ‘Will there ever be an us?’