The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.
You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.
The man who is in real danger is the man who thinks he is perfectly safe.
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
Death is but the next great adventure.
Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.
Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!
One girl is worth more use than 20 boys.
It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?
Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.
All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!
She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.
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.
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.
On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
All children, except one, grow up.