You were hidden behind walls of ice; no man had passed them; I broke them down and love leapt to love, and you lie here, my beautiful, love in the arms of its lover.

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

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

I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.

Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him.

Forever is a very long time Peter

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.