All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!
I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you’ll never, never have to worry about grown up things again. Never is an awfully long time.
You won’t forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes? Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling’s kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemd satisfied.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.
Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You’re just a boy.
When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies.
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.
Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things.
Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.
After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.
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.
Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.