Explore Quotes by James M. Barrie

Two is the beginning of the end.

i know i'm not clever but i'm always right.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.

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.

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.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

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

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

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

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 told, was what always happened with his games. It consisted in pretending not to have adventures.

It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.

Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.

...it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.

And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?

Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.

astonishing splashes of colour

asleep to rummage in their minds