J.M. Barrie

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”

“...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.”

“Good form without knowing it is the best form of all.”

“All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could give herself to me. It may be that I wondered over-much. Perhaps that was why I lost her.”

“We are all failures- at least the best of us are.”

“She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.”

“I'm not young enough to know everything.”

“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 door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.”

“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.”

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

“She says she glories in being abandoned”

“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.”

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

“He was top-heavy with conceit.”

“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.”

“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.”

“He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped, and now he saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box, and that two tears were sitting on her eyes.'She wants me to unbar the window,' thought Peter, 'but I won't, not I!'He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two had taken their place.'She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.”

“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.”