Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.
I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. Some women, the few, have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.
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.
Wise children always choose a mother who was a shocking flirt in her maiden days, and so had several offers before she accepted their fortunate papa.
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.
One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.
Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.
Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a miracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life which has come to you by the grace of God. Not in doing what you like but in liking what you do is the secret of happiness.
The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.
We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
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!
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.
Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
I like well to be in the company of explorers
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air.
I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
astonishing splashes of colour
Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
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.
The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
Those who are prepared to die are most prepared to live.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams... He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!
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.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
..children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.
But where do you live mostly now?" With the lost boys." Who are they?" They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expanses. I'm captain." What fun it must be!" Yes," said cunning Peter, "but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship." Are none of the others girls?" Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams.
Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
Never is an awfully long time.
I know, I feel, that with the introduction of tobacco England woke up from a long sleep. Suddenly a new zest had been given to life. The glory of existence became a thing to speak of. Men who had hitherto only concerned themselves with the narrow things of home put a pipe into their mouths and became philosophers.
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.
All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title.
Life is a long lesson in humility.
It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
Just always be waiting for me.
Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.
Those who aim low usually hit their targets.
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.
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.
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
We should be slower to think that the man at his worst is the real man, and certain that the better we are ourselves the less likely is he to be at his worst in our company. Every time he talks away his own character before us he is signifying contempt for ours.
Always be kinder than necessary.
I have always found that the man whose second thoughts are good is worth watching.
May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.
Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true.
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.
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 best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.
Wendy," Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.
Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
The man who is in real danger is the man who thinks he is perfectly safe.
What is afraid?' asked Peter longingly. He thought it must be some splendid thing. 'I do wish you would teach me how to be afraid, Maimie,' he said.
Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.
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.
Men's second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.
As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.
If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.
Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.
I do loathe explanations.
The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.
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.
A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
What is genius? It is the power to be a boy again at will.
In love-making, as in other arts, those who do it best cannot tell how it is done.
All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!
Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.
I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things.
I am not young enough to know everything.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
We have a right to know the truth; no right to ask anything else from God, but the right to know that.
Forget not your past, for in the future it may help you grow
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.
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.
For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.
I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back
In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel.
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.
Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?
I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not, it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
We are all failures - at least the best of us are.
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.
Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.
Make your feet your friend.
The useless men are those who never change with the years.
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.
It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?
asleep to rummage in their minds
Anything is possible if you wish hard enough.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
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.
The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.
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.
Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
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.
She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.
i know i'm not clever but i'm always right.
Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?
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.
