Every child is thus affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been...

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...

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!

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...

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince.

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

One girl is worth more use than 20 boys.

I’m not young enough to know everything.

Every time a child says ‘I don’t believe in fairies’ there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

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...

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

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.

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...

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.

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.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.

Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.

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...

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.

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...

The last thing he ever said to me was, ‘Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention...

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face.”Dark and sinister man,” Peter answered, “have at thee.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there...

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.

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.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons...

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.

Courage is the thing. All goes if courage goes.”[The Rectorial Address Delivered by James M. Barrie at St. Andrew’s University May 3, 1922, to the Red Gowns of St. Andrews, Canada, 1922]

This meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat ’round the board guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was postiviely deafening.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.‘There are...

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...

Peter was not with them for the moment, and they felt rather lonely up there by themselves. He could go so much faster than they that he would suddenly shoot out of sight, to have...

See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

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...

When you were a bird you knew the fairies pretty well, and you remember a good deal about them in your babyhood, which it is a great pity you can’t write down, for gradually you...

The door’, replied Maimie, ‘will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

To live would be an awfully big adventure.

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!

Life is a long lesson in humility.

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.

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...