vineri, 23 aprilie 2010

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

"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."

"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you."

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it."

"Every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead."

"no one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except peter."

"God gave us memory so that we could have roses in December."

"Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned."

"To love would be an awfully big adventure."

"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."