There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.
I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.
Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.