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

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

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

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.