The Eyes Never Lie Quotes Novels & Stories

“The sight of your big and ugly chubby cheeks, makes me sick,’’ that’s what he had reaffirmed. Used my biggest insecurity to strike his point home. Someone once said that the eyes never lies, no matter what the mouth says, the eye always makes it a point to tell the truth and never lie. I looked up at him and the lights came back to the elevator car before it started moving again. His eyes were full of contempt, hate and a burning rage that he planned to unleash on me without any kind of mercy whatsoever. “Just so you know, it’s only the pretty girls who fall in love and get kissed inside elevators,’’ he commented after realizing I was looking at him.

“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.”

~ A M E L I A ~ ‘Your eyes lose their sparkle when you lie to me, that’s how I know you’re lying.’ Taken aback, I genuinely had no idea what to say to him. Had he been paying attention to me that much to know when I was lying through my eyes? I couldn’t believe it… ‘Deep down, I think you knew that too, which is why sometimes when you lie, you don’t look me in the eyes, which is another tell for me.’

They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves. This stopped me from thinking about recording our conversation. "You're right. They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves." I added confidently, "What if I have proof?" Snowie chuckled exaggeratedly. "What proof? Show me." I pointed at my eye. "It's right here. "I finally got it. You can't hear my thoughts–you can just see what I'm seeing." Snowie looked a little shaken, but she denied it, saying, "Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference?"

He looked at the picture too. "Just because she's smiling doesn't mean she's happy. It just means she smiled. Sorrow is not far behind and they do say the eyes are the window to the soul now, don't they?" "And the color?" He continued and I looked at it again and spoke. "It's distracting, it makes people think everything is beautiful, not bothering to see the haunted expression only her eyes are revealing." He gave me a lazy smile, "I am glad you honestly answered. That way we can get to helping you quickly"

DANE'S POV The question was sudden but necessary. I had heard them quite a number of times and wasn't sure which to believe. They'd all say it, and then go on to betray me, stabbing me ib the back like I was worth no more than the chicken in the wet markets. “Of course I do. Why do you doubt my love for you?” Her eyes were sullen, heavy. They were weak as well. “I no not doubt your love for me. Your eyes says it all, but the eyes can be deceiving at times, you know?”

"But I know what you feel, I can see it in your eyes. I know when you're burdened, I know when you're troubled. Hell, I even fucking know when you're exhausted." "And do you also know when I'm lying?" "If your nose wrinkles and your beautiful eyes look anywhere but at me, then you're lying," I recited the habits she displayed when she lied. "And as far as I'm concerned, I haven't seen you fumble with your fingers while trying to find an excuse to evade my questions." "What if I become a better liar?" "Then you should become a lawyer or an actress. But I don't think so. You're a terrible liar, and you can't escape my watchful eyes because these eyes," I pointed at my eyes, "will always be fix

One false move and Bianca would pay the price. “Take the photo,” I said to Victor. “No. A photo can be edited. It can lie. But you know what doesn’t lie?” Victor asked, his hand on my shoulder. “The eyes.”

"Seven... Look into my eyes and tell me that you never loved me. That you never pictured growing old with me. Look into my eyes and say that!" Seven smirked evilly. Even before he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes already told me what I needed to know...

I said, a little disappointed but just grateful she answered at least. “I promise I’d tell you everything I remember, just not right now.” She offered taking my hand in hers as she made sure I saw just how much she wanted to tell me everything and how much she really did not want to relive that experience. I let out yet another breath, relief coursing through my veins as I looked at her ever sincere eyes. I’m sure whoever made the popular statement about the eyes being the windows to the soul must have had her or someone like her as an inspiration, I could always trust her eyes.