Quotes from James M. Barrie

God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

"Would you like an adventure now.... or would you like to have your tea first?" Wendy said "tea first" quickly, and Michael pressed her hand in gratitude....

Always be a little kinder than necessary.

If you have love, you don't need to have anything else. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night.

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

The most useless are those who never change through the years.

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.

Every man who is high up loves to think that he has done it all himself; and his wife smiles, and lets it go at that. It's our only joke. Every woman knows that.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

Make your feet your friend.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

Do you believe in fairies?… If you believe, clap your hands!

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

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!