She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
JAMES M. BARRIE”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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Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God’s critters tempting decent men.
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I am not young enough to know everything.
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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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There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
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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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I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things.
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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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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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Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
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Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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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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Boy, why are you crying?
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