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.

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

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

A loving wife is better than making 50 in cricket, or even 99, beyond that I will not go.

She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.