The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
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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She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
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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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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
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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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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 sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
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If I were younger, I’d know more.
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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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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things.
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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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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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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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