There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
JAMES M. BARRIEShe was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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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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”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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…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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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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Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.
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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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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
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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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Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
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I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
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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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