All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

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

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!

Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.

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.

The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.