But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

I am not young enough to know everything.

She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.

As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

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