You think you know that someone sees you one way, and barely at all, and then you realize that they see you in another. That was the night I realized Tiger Lily had seen- really seen- me all along.
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Others wonder, if the Bogey isn’t wearing his pants, who is?
Sometimes I can’t see myself when I’m with you. I can only just see you.
If there was a true moment that Tiger Lily fell so in love with Peter she could never turn back, it was that night, when he shivered and walked and told her he was warm, and told her he loved her so much. She was fierce, to be sure, but she had a girl’s heart, after all. As she walked home that night, she was shaking from the largeness of it.
I think that’s what you say when you can’t have something you want, isn’t it? You say you don’t want it in the first place.
I wonder if sometimes you can miss something so much it breaks you, and still be happy you left.
You never could tell when someone would stop growing old in Neverland. For Tik Tok, it had been after wrinkles had walked long deep tracks across his face, but for many people, it was much younger. Some people said it occurred when the most important thing that would ever happen to you triggered something inside that stopped you from moving forward.
Lily?”, she whispered. Lily didn’t move. “Can I tell you something?” Lilly breathed deeply, clearly asleep. “I think all my life my heart’s been broken,” Adri whispered, “and I didn’t even notice. And I don’t even know by what.
Tiger Lily, you’re a fool.” he said, and kissed her forehead. And despite his size, and the fact that a boy like him was not built to shoulder much of anything, he shouldered her weight, and carried her home.
It’s strange, isn’t it, how we can push people away because we want to be near them? Isn’t that the silliest thing?
I think the rest of the world is not as cold and lonely a place as you think. At least I have to hope.
Things hurt, and don’t hurt, and hurt again.
Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?
Sadness is only something that’s part of you. Grief becomes you; it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything – every little thing – different than it was before.
Earth,” Alexa finally said. “It’s not that great anyway.” And they all smiled sadly. Because, of course, it was everything.
Don’t forget about the stardust. Don’t forget about the quartz rocks in the woods. You are small. But you are also so much more.
So many lights you’d think we were living in a constellation.
Wendy’s heart beat for Peter immediately-there was no slow growing, no dark distrustfulness like Tiger Lily had had, no hesitation. Wendy didn’t believe in situations she couldn’t bend to fit her, so there was no need to be distrustful. She had the blissful confidence of someone who had never been put in a pot of turkey broth to die.
Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again.