J.M. Barrie

[ Explaining how to fly :] You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.

 

Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

 

[ Response to being asked, “Where do you live?” :] Second to the right and then straight on till morning.

 

All children, except one, grow up.

 

The tragedy of a man who has found himself out.

 

A woman can be anything that the man who loves her would have her be.

The printing-press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, one sometimes forgets which.

You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.

Hogmanay, like all festivals, being but a bank from which we can only draw what we put in.

 

It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.

Life…is like a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink, the sooner we reach the dregs.

 

I can’t sleep.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.

I bowl so slow that if after I have delivered the ball I don’t like the look of it, I can run after it and bring it back.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

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

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one has to do.

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.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe! If you believe, clap your hands!

 

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

 

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

 

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

 

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.