Boy, why are you crying?

In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

I have always found that the man whose second thoughts are good is worth watching.

Oh, the cleverness of me!

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