…it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.
JAMES M. BARRIEBut 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.
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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
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I am not young enough to know everything.
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There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
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Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God’s critters tempting decent men.
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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!
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…and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.
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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.
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Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him.
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
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There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
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”She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
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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.
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