J.M. Barrie Quotes

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

"Why can't you fly now, mother?"
"Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way."
"Why do they forget the way?"
"Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly."

Proud and insolent youth,” said Hook, “prepare to meet thy doom.” “Dark and sinister man,” Peter answered, “have at thee.

The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

Fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them

It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.

and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.

People who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot keep it from themselves.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than is necessary?

It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.

Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
Never is an awfully long time.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

"Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came.
"Perhaps he is ill," Michael said.
"You know he is never ill."
Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying."