J.M. Barrie Quotes

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?

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

The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to hime make-believe and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.

"Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories."

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.

I think it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls...

Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly . All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but will never afterwards be the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter. He often met it, but he always forgot it. I suppose that was the real difference between him and all the rest.

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.

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.

Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient!
How am I deficient?
You're just a boy.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

"Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?"
Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.

All the boys were grown up and done for by this time; so it is scarcely worth while saying anything more about them. You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each carrying a little bag and an umbrella. Michael is an engine driver. Slightly married a lady of title, and so he became a lord. You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door? That used to be Tootles. The bearded man who doesn't know any story to tell his children was once John.