When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

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.

I've sometimes thought . . . that the difference between us and the English is that the Scotch are hard in all other respects but soft with women, and the English are hard with women but soft in all other respects.

...and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.

And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?