Occupation: Baronet Barrie Birth: May 9, 1860 Death: June 19, 1937
Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon tha….
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars..
All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind..
After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy..
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again..
I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not, it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life..
What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?.
See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life..
But where do you live mostly now?" With the lost boys." Who are they?" They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is lo….
astonishing splashes of colour.
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….
Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies..
Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, t….
Peter invented, with Wendy's help, a new game that fascinated him enormously, until he suddenly had no more interest in it, which, as you have been t….
"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles..
In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel..
Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely t….
May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me..
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown.
If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of wate….
I am the best there ever was!.