‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.

Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

You [Scots] come of a race of men the very wind of whose name has swept to the ultimate seas.

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!