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.
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.
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 have always found that the man whose second thoughts are good is worth watching.
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.
I do loathe explanations.
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.
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.
In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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.
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.
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.
Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.
I like well to be in the company of explorers
astonishing splashes of colour
Two is the beginning of the end.
You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
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.
The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
Never is an awfully long time.
You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.
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.
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.
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