Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams... He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.

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.

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water.