She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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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I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things.
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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 asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.
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There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
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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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”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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Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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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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How shall we ever know if it’s morning if there’s no servant to pull up the blinds?
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The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
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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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…it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.
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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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