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All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

-James M. Barrie

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All Children, Except One,

James M. Barrie

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All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

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...and Thus It Will Go On, So Long As Children Are Gay And Innocent And Heartless.

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Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

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I Suppose It's Like The Ticking Crocodile, Isn't It? Time Is Chasing After All Of Us.

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I Like Well To Be In The Company Of Explorers

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All Great Writers Begin With A Good Leather Binding And A Respectable Title.

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If 'hamlet' Had Been Written In These Days It Would Probably Have Been Called 'the Strange Affair At Elsinore.

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Oh, God, If I Were Sure I Were To Die Tonight I Would Repent At Once. It Is The Commonest Prayer In All Languages.

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...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.

Second Star To The Right And Straight On 'til Morning.

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There Are Many Different Kinds Of Bravery. There's The Bravery Of Thinking Of Others Before One's Self. Now, Your Father Has Never Brandished A Sword Nor Fired A Pistol, Thank Heavens. But He Has Made Many Sacrifices For His Family, And Put Away Many Dreams... He Put Them In A Drawer. And Sometimes, Late At Night, We Take Them Out And Admire Them. But It Gets Harder And Harder To Close The Drawer... He Does. And That Is Why He Is Brave.

Build A House?" Exclaimed John. "for The Wendy," Said Curly. "for Wendy?" John Said, Aghast. "why, She Is Only A Girl!" "that," Explained Curly, "is Why We Are Her Servants.

In Dinner Talk It Is Perhaps Allowable To Fling Any Faggot Rather Than Let The Fire Go Out.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

Shall We Make A New Rule Of Life From Tonight: Always To Try To Be A Little Kinder Than Is Necessary?

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

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Take Care, Lest An Adventure Is Now Offered You, Which, If Accepted, Will Plunge You In Deepest Woe.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

We Are All Failures - At Least The Best Of Us Are.

Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are Most Prepared To Live.

A Loving Wife Is Better Than Making 50 In Cricket, Or Even 99, Beyond That I Will Not Go.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

Mr. Darling Used To Boast To Wendy That Her Mother Not Only Loved Him But Respected Him. He Was One Of Those Deep Ones Who Know About Stocks And Shares. Of Course No One Really Knows, But He Quite Seemed To Know, And He Often Said Stocks Were Up And Shares Were Down In A Way That Would Have Made Any Woman Respect Him.

Young Boys Should Never Be Sent To Bed. They Always Wake Up A Day Older.

Odd Things Happen To All Of Us On Our Way Through Life Without Our Noticing For A Time That They Have Happened.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.

The Man Who Is In Real Danger Is The Man Who Thinks He Is Perfectly Safe.

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.

I Know, I Feel, That With The Introduction Of Tobacco England Woke Up From A Long Sleep. Suddenly A New Zest Had Been Given To Life. The Glory Of Existence Became A Thing To Speak Of. Men Who Had Hitherto Only Concerned Themselves With The Narrow Things Of Home Put A Pipe Into Their Mouths And Became Philosophers.

Courage: The Lovely Virtue-the Rib Of Himself That God Sent Down To His Children.

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.

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!

I Am The Best There Ever Was!

Your Heart Is As Fresh As Your Face; And That Is Well. The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years. Many Views That I Held To In My Youth And Long Afterwards Are A Pain To Me Now, And I Am Carrying Away From Thrums Memories Of Errors Into Which I Fell At Every Stage Of My Ministry. When You Are Older You Will Know That Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.

It Is Very Well To Be Able To Write A Book, But Can You Waggle Your Ears?

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.

For Several Days After My First Book Was Published, I Carried It About In My Pocket And Took Surreptitious Peeps At It To Make Sure The Ink Had Not Faded.

She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed Not So Much Dressed As Upholstered.

Never Say Goodbye Because Goodbye Means Going Away And Going Away Means Forgetting.

Off We Skip Like The Most Heartless Things In The World, Which Is What Children Are, But So Attractive; And We Have An Entirely Selfish Time, And Then When We Have Need Of Special Attention We Nobly Return For It, Confident That We Shall Be Rewarded Instead Of Smacked.

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In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those Who Do It Best Cannot Tell How It Is Done.

Always Try To Be A Litle Kinder Than Necessary.

We Never Understand How Little We Need In This World Until We Know The Loss Of It.

A Woman Can Be Anything The Man Who Loves Her Would Have Her Be.

No, No," Mr. Darling Always Said, "i Am Responsible For It All. I, George Darling, Did It. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa." He Had Had A Classical Education.

The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease For Ever To Be Able To Do It.

He Looked At Her Uncomfortably; Blinking, You Know, Like One Not Sure Whether He Was Awake Or Asleep.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.

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 Awoke In The Night.

I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do, I Do.

The Door', Replied Maimie, 'will Always, Always Be Open, And Mother Will Always Be Waiting At It For Me.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

All Of This Has Happened Before, And It Will All Happen Again.

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

It Is Frightfully Difficult To Know Much About The Fairies, And Almost The Only Thing For Certain Is That There Are Fairies Wherever There Are Children.

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.

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.

To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

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.

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

Do Not Pray For Easy Lives. Pray To Be Stronger Men. Do Not Pray For Tasks Equal To Your Powers. Pray For Powers Equal To Your Tasks. Then The Doing Of Your Work Shall Be No Miracle. But You Shall Be A Miracle. Every Day You Shall Wonder At Yourself, At The Richness Of Life Which Has Come To You By The Grace Of God. Not In Doing What You Like But In Liking What You Do Is The Secret Of Happiness.

Do You Know," Peter Asked, "why Swallows Build In The Eaves Of Houses? It Is To Listen To The Stories.

Don't Have A Mother,' He Said. Not Only Had He No Mother, But He Had Not The Slightest Desire To Have One. He Thought Them Very Over-rated Persons.

Would You Like An Adventure Now, Or Would You Like To Have Your Tea First?

You Canna Expect To Be Baith Grand And Comfortable.

All You Need Is Trust And A Little Bit Of Pixie Dust!

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

Ambition It Is The Last Infirmity Of Noble Minds.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

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!

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

They Were Going Round And Round The Island, But They Did Not Meet Because All Were Going At The Same Rate.

Those Who Bring Sunshine Into The Lives Of Others Cannot Keep It From Themselves.

Peter: Oh, The Cleverness Of Me. Wendy: Of Course, I Did Nothing... Peter: You Did A Little. Wendy: Oh, The Cleverness Of You.

Just Always Be Waiting For Me.

This Meal Happened To Be A Make-believe Tea, And They Sat Round The Board Guzzling In Their Greed; And Really, What With Their Chatter And Recriminations, The Noise, As Wendy Said, Was Positively Deafening.

The Last Thing He Ever Said To Me Was, 'just Always Be Waiting For Me, And Then Some Night You Will Hear Me Crowing.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

Of Course The Neverlands Vary A Good Deal. John's, For Instance, Had A Lagoon With Flamingos Flying Over It At Which John Was Shooting, While Michael, Who Was Very Small, Had A Flamingo With Lagoons Flying Over It. John Lived In A Boat Turned Upside Down On The Sands, Michael In A Wigwam, Wendy In A House Of Leaves Deftly Sewn Together. John Had No Friends, Michael Had Friends At Night, Wendy Had A Pet Wolf Forsaken By Its Parents.

Forget Them, Wendy. Forget Them All. Come With Me Where You'll Never, Never Have To Worry About Grown Up Things Again.

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

They Have Long Lost Count Of The Days, But Always If They Want To Do Anything Special They Say This Is Saturday Night, And Then They Do It.

Do You Believe In Fairies? Say Quick That You Believe. If You Believe, Clap Your Hands!

I Don’t Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things. I Don’t Want To Be A Man.

In England, Justice Is Open To All - Like The Ritz Hotel.

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

Has It Ever Struck You That Trout Bite Best On The Sabbath? God's Critters Tempting Decent Men.

I'll Teach You How To Jump On The Wind's Back, And Then Away We Go.

Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

I Know I'm Not Clever But I'm Always Right.

Them That Has China Plates Themsel's Is The Maist Careful Not To Break The China Plates Of Others

Why Can't You Fly Now, Mother?" "because I Am Grown Up, Dearest. When People Grow Up They Forget The Way." "why Do They Forget The Way?" "because They Are No Longer Gay And Innocent And Heartless. It Is Only The Gay And Innocent And Heartless Who Can Fly.

Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.

I Am Aware That Those Hateful Persons Called Original Researchers Now Maintain That Raleigh Was Not The Man; But To Them I Turn A Deaf Ear.

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

Again Came That Ringing Crow, And Peter Dropped In Front Of Them. "greeting, Boys," He Cried, And Mechanically They Saluted, And Then Again Was Silence. He Frowned. "i Am Back," He Said Hotly, "why Do You Not Cheer?

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

They Took It For Granted That If They Went He Would Go Also, But Really They Scarcely Cared. Thus Children Are Ever So Ready, When Novelty Knocks, To Desert Their Dearest Ones.

You Won't Forget Me, Peter, Will You, Before Spring-cleaning Time Comes? Of Course Peter Promised, And Then He Flew Away. He Took Mrs. Darling's Kiss With Him. The Kiss That Had Been For No One Else Peter Took Quite Easily. Funny. But She Seemd Satisfied.

It Was Then That Hook Bit Him. Not The Pain Of This But Its Unfairness Was What Dazed Peter. It Made Him Quite Helpless. He Could Only Stare, Horrified. Every Child Is Affected Thus The First Time He Is Treated Unfairly. All He Thinks He Has A Right To When He Comes To You To Be Yours Is Fairness. After You Have Been Unfair To Him He Will Love You Again, But He Will Never Afterwards Be Quite The Same Boy. No One Ever Gets Over The First Unfairness; No One Except Peter.

On These Magic Shores Children At Play Are For Ever Beaching Their Coracles. We Too Have Been There; We Can Still Hear The Sound Of The Surf, Though We Shall Land No More.

There Are Few More Impressive Sights In The World Than A Scotsman On The Make.

Every Man Who Is High Up Likes To Think He Has Done It All Himself; And The Wife Smiles, And Lets It Go At That. It's Our Only Joke. Every Woman Knows That.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

They Hold Their Great Balls In The Open Air, In What Is Called A Fairy-ring. For Weeks Afterward You Can See The Ring On The Grass. It Is Not There When They Begin, But They Make It By Waltzing Round And Round. Sometimes You Will Find Mushrooms Inside The Ring, And These Are Fairy Chairs That The Servants Have Forgotten To Clear Away. The Chairs And The Rings Are The Only Tell-tale Marks These Little People Leave Behind Them, And They Would Remove Even These Were They Not So Fond Of Dancing That They Toe It Till The Very Moment Of The Opening Of The Gates.

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