If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.
There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.
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.
Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.
We are all failures - at least the best of us are.
Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.
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!
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
All children, except one, grow up.
Never is an awfully long time.
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
To live will be an awfully big adventure.
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.
I'm not young enough to know everything.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
Would you like an adventure now, or would like to have your tea first?
The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.
Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.
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.
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.
children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
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.
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.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
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.
Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.