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...

David tells me that fairies never say ‘We feel happy’: what they say is, ‘We feel dancey’.

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...

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,...

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...

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...

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.

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.

Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.