There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
JAMES M. BARRIEShe was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
More James M. Barrie Quotes
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How shall we ever know if it’s morning if there’s no servant to pull up the blinds?
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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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”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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Them that has china plates themsel’s is the maist careful not to break the china plates of others
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The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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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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…it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.
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Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
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Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.
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I am not young enough to know everything.
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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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She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
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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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