You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
If you have it [love], you don’t need to have anything else, and if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter much what else you have.
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
The door’, replied Maimie, ‘will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.
David tells me that fairies never say ‘We feel happy’: what they say is, ‘We feel dancey’.
Build a house?” exclaimed John.”For the Wendy,” said Curly.”For Wendy?” John said, aghast. “Why, she is only a girl!””That,” explained Curly, “is why we are her servants.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.
Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
The last thing he ever said to me was, ‘Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.
I can’t come,’ she said apologetically, ‘I have forgotten how to fly.”I’ll soon teach you again.”O Peter, don’t waste the fairy dust on me.
…and as she was crossing to the day-nursery he added thoughtlessly, ‘And shut that window. I feel a draught.’ ‘O George, never ask me to do that. The window must always be left open for them, always, always.
Ambition: it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
Pan, who and what art thou?” he cried huskily.”I’m youth, I’m joy,” Peter answered at a venture, “I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also.
Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover’s privilege.
Don’t forget to speak scornfully of the Victorian Age; there will be time for meekness when you try to better it. Very soon you will be Victorian or that sort of thing yourselves; next session probably, when the freshman come up.
It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don’t find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting.
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.
Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams
Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe’s defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home
It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy.
Good form without knowing it is the best form of all.
The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.
She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.
POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince.
Nonsense. Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they’re grown.
A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey.
See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.
You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples.
He was so much the humblest one that Wendy was especially gentle with him.
If you knew how great is a mother’s love, you would have no fear.
All remember about my mother,” Nibs told them, “is that she often said to my father, ‘Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!’ I don’t know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. “Greeting, boys,” he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.He frowned.”I am back,” he said hotly, “why do you not cheer?
It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.
Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night
It is glorious fun racing down the Hump, but you can’t do it on windy days because then you are not there, but the fallen leaves do it instead of you. There is almost nothing that has such a keen sense of fun as a fallen leaf.
Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
I wasn’t crying about mothers,” he said rather indignantly. “I was crying because I can’t get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn’t crying.
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.
Life is like a cup of coffee: The more avidly you drink of it, the sooner you reach the dregs.
Courage is the lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.