And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?
I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.
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.
Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.
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.