James M. Barrie Quotes

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

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

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.

After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.

Of all the delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights.

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

Wendy," Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents.

I am not young enough to know everything.

The useless men are those who never change with the years.

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!

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.

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

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

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

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

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

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

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.

Life is a long lesson in humility.

You [Scots] come of a race of men the very wind of whose name has swept to the ultimate seas.

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.

The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.

Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?

We are all failures - at least the best of us are.

You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.

What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.