Marianne Wiggins Quotes

Watch their hands, watch their eyes. Read eyes. No matter what a man is saying to you, it's not as important as what you can read in his eyes. The most important thing a man has to tell you is what he's not telling you; the most important thing he has to say is what he's trying not to say.

People don't always express their inner thoughts to one another; a conversation may be quite trivial, but often the eyes will reveal what a person really thinks or feels.

Watch the mouth, it reveals what the eyes try to hide.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.

When I talk to a man, I can always tell what he's thinking by where he is looking. If he is looking at my eyes, he is looking for intelligence. If he is looking at my mouth, he is looking for wisdom. But if he is looking anywhere else except my chest he's looking for another man.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

I don't think we can ever learn much from ultra-sensitive, shifty faces, skilled in disguise, that hide themselves in lust, as beasts hide to die.

Everything that we think comes across in our eyes. Our eyes really are the windows to our souls, and that's why at least I can tell when somebody doesn't mean what they're saying - if you just look at them in the eye.

No person can ever know everything that is in the heart of another. We are all Face Dancers in our souls.

To see a shadow and think it is a tree that is a pity; but to see a tree and to think it a shadow can be fatal.

To make yourself understood to people, one must first speak to their eyes

Some think I wink at them when I shut my eyes to avoid their sight.

There is a proverb that says, ‘Talk so that I may know who you are.’ But I say, ‘Show me your eyes and I will know who you are.

The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You're asked an unexpected question, you don't even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.

You're not listening with your eyes.

It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

It is said that a rogue does not look you in the face, neither does an honest man look at you as if he had his reputation to establish.

People can sense you lying on the camera, they can smell it. They know when you're not telling the truth. Then it does become reality-show bullshit.

For all cats have this particularity, each and every one, from the meanest alley sneaker to the proudest, whitest she that ever graced a pontiff's pillow — we have our smiles, as it were, painted on. Those small, cool, quite Mona Lisa smiles that smile we must, no matter whether it's been fun or it's been not. So all cats have a politician's air; we smile and smile and so they think we're villains

The eye is the inlet to the soul, and it is well to beware of him whose visual organs avoid your honest regard.

There is no doubt that the life one leads, and the thoughts one thinks are registered plainly in his face.

You don't have to be naked to look naked. You just have to think naked.