To not do what you can to protect someone, that’s cowardly.
From where I sat, Peter and Wendy were the two loneliest figures in the world. But Peter was somehow the lonelier of the two.
He even listened to more than her sounds, because Tiger Lily was a girl of few words. He listened with his eyes, watched her facial expressions, judged body language, and therefore read Tiger Lily better than anyone else.
Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.
What mattered was stil there. That was what they all felt, and what surprised them all. What mattered couldnt be shaken.
Because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.
The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.
I’m not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet,” he said, stoking a pipe thoughtfully. “You can’t unmeet them.
Every king of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice.
Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair.
It is just that she was fifteen once for the first time, and Peter walked across her heart and left his footprints there.
I don’t know when Tiger Lily stopped growing older; I can’t pinpoint that moment. But I do know I never saw her visibly age beyond the days when she was with Peter. I like to think her growing stopped the day they were on the plateau, watching the horses.
It made her think about how she couldn’t believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.
It’s all part of a plan.” He said, and smiled. “Our reward isn’t here on earth. Earth barely matters. It’s just a practice, this life is only a passing place, a stopping point on our journey.
There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too.
With her mother, Leeda acted a lot.
Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.
The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I’ve seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.
You think you know that someone sees you one way, and barely at all, and then you realize that they see you in another.
There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.