Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.

Fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time.