She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
JAMES M. BARRIEFor 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.
More James M. Barrie Quotes
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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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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…and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.
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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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Boy, why are you crying?
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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
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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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I am not young enough to know everything.
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Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
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If I were younger, I’d know more.
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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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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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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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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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