Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
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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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A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.
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Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.
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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
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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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”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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Boy, why are you crying?
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Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
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…it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.
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Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
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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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I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
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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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