J.M. Barrie Quotes
Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men.
Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.
"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.
The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.
We have a right to know the truth; no right to ask anything else from God, but the right to know that.
She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.
The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.
The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.
You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.
Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.
One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.
Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.
Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true.
They took it for granted that if they went he would go also, but really they scarcely cared. Thus children are ever so ready, when novelty knocks, to desert their dearest ones.
What is afraid?' asked Peter longingly. He thought it must be some splendid thing. 'I do wish you would teach me how to be afraid, Maimie,' he said.
The best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.
Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown
