It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?
Men’s second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.
One’s religion is whatever he is most interested in.
But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.
Would you like an adventure now, or would like to have your tea first?
One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.
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.
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams.
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.
What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be “sorry” and admiration of each other’s play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.
Oh, God, if I were sure I were to die tonight I would repent at once. It is the commonest prayer in all languages.
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown.
Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
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.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.
Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time...
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.