For when you looked into my mother’s eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world – it was to open then minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature.
Second star to the right and straight on ’til morning.
Thus did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true.
Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade.
There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.
Boy, why are you crying?
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!
Oh, the cleverness of me!
Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.
He was never more sinister than when he was most polite...
I am the best there ever was!
So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!
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.
Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.
Fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.
Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You’re just a boy.
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.
The door’, replied Maimie, ’will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.
Every man who is high up likes to think he has done it all himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. It’s our only joke. Every woman knows that.