It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears? James M. Barrie More Quotes by James M. Barrie More Quotes From James M. Barrie 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. James M. Barrie love men thinking 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. James M. Barrie sight boys children 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. James M. Barrie husband dream children Never is an awfully long time. James M. Barrie long-time long See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life. James M. Barrie arrows kissing said They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate. James M. Barrie rate rounds islands And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us? James M. Barrie goes-on forget remember Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again. James M. Barrie worry forget long astonishing splashes of colour James M. Barrie astonishing colour asleep to rummage in their minds James M. Barrie mind The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me. James M. Barrie mother waiting doors 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. James M. Barrie house hands thinking David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'. James M. Barrie fairy feels He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up. James M. Barrie poet All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind. James M. Barrie danger may looks 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. James M. Barrie mother heart thinking Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form? James M. Barrie form reflection thinking 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? James M. Barrie silence cheer boys Two is the beginning of the end. James M. Barrie ends two Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful. James M. Barrie forgetful absence heart