75 Quotes & Sayings By Jm Barrie

James Matthew Barrie (23 April 1860 - 19 February 1937) was a Scottish dramatist, novelist, and poet. He was born in Glasgow, Scotland, the second son of William Barrie, a merchant there, and Sarah Dixon. He is best remembered today for his play Peter Pan; or, The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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To die will be an awfully big adventure. J.m. Barrie
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place...
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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. J.m. Barrie
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If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. J.m. Barrie
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and...
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All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust. J.m. Barrie
Life is a long lesson in humility.
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Life is a long lesson in humility. J.m. Barrie
The life of every man is a diary in which...
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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. J.m. Barrie
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply...
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The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings. J.m. Barrie
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot...
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Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. J.m. Barrie
I'm not young enough to know everything.
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I'm not young enough to know everything. J.m. Barrie
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its...
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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. J.m. Barrie
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one...
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The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does. J.m. Barrie
The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and...
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The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me. J.m. Barrie
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Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure. . J.m. Barrie
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When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’ ‘O Peter, ’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. ‘ There are such a lot of them, ’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’ I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them. J.m. Barrie
We are all failures- at least the best of us...
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We are all failures- at least the best of us are. J.m. Barrie
David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy':...
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David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'. J.m. Barrie
Build a house?
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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. J.m. Barrie
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Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else. J.m. Barrie
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If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing. J.m. Barrie
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The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. J.m. Barrie
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Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. J.m. Barrie
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She asked where he lived. Second to the right, ' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning. J.m. Barrie
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The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing. J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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Peter was not with them for the moment, and they felt rather lonely up there by themselves. He could go so much faster than they that he would suddenly shoot out of sight, to have some adventure in which they had no share. He would come down laughing over something fearfully funny he had been saying to a star, but he had already forgotten what it was, or he would come up with mermaid scales still sticking to him, and yet not be able to to say for certain what had been happening. It was really rather irritating to children who had never seen a mermaid. . J.m. Barrie
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I can't come, ' she said apologetically, 'I have forgotten how to fly.'' I'll soon teach you again.'' O Peter, don't waste the fairy dust on me. J.m. Barrie
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...and as she was crossing to the day-nursery he added thoughtlessly, 'And shut that window. I feel a draught.' 'O George, never ask me to do that. The window must always be left open for them, always, always. J.m. Barrie
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He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped, and now he saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box, and that two tears were sitting on her eyes.' She wants me to unbar the window, ' thought Peter, 'but I won't, not I! 'He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two had taken their place.' 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. . J.m. Barrie
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Ambition: it is the last infirmity of noble minds. J.m. Barrie
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For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face." So, Pan, " said Hook at last, "this is all your doing."" Ay, James Hook, " came the stern answer, "it is all my doing."" Proud and insolent youth, " said Hook, "prepare to meet thy doom."" Dark and sinister man, “ For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face." Dark and sinister man, " Peter answered, "have at thee. J.m. Barrie
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Courage is the thing. All goes if courage J.m. Barrie
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Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily." I'm youth, I'm joy, " Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg. J.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. J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on. J.m. Barrie
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He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. J.m. Barrie
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Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege. J.m. Barrie
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Don't forget to speak scornfully of the Victorian Age; there will be time for meekness when you try to better it. Very soon you will be Victorian or that sort of thing yourselves; next session probably, when the freshman come up. J.m. Barrie
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It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it. J.m. Barrie
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God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. J.m. Barrie
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A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting. J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary. J.m. Barrie
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Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams J.m. Barrie
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Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home J.m. Barrie
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It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy. J.m. Barrie
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Good form without knowing it is the best form of all. J.m. Barrie
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All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could give herself to me. It may be that I wondered over-much. Perhaps that was why I lost her. J.m. Barrie
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He was top-heavy with conceit. J.m. Barrie
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She says she glories in being abandoned J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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‎She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles. J.m. Barrie
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POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince. J.m. Barrie
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Nonsense. Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they're grown. J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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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.. . J.m. Barrie
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A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey. J.m. Barrie
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See, " he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life. J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples. J.m. Barrie
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He was so much the humblest one that Wendy was especially gentle with him. J.m. Barrie
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If you knew how great is a mother's love, you would have no fear. J.m. Barrie
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All remember about my mother, " Nibs told them, "is that she often said to my father, 'Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own! ' I don't know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one. J.m. Barrie
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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? J.m. Barrie
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It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent. J.m. Barrie
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But where do you live mostly now?" With the lost boys." Who are they?" They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expanses. I'm captain." What fun it must be! " Yes, " said cunning Peter, "but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship." Are none of the others girls?" Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams. . J.m. Barrie
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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. J.m. Barrie
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The only ghosts, I believe, who creep into this world, are dead young mothers, returned to see how their children fare. There is no other inducement great enough to bring the departed back. They glide into the acquainted room when day and night, their jailers, are in the grip, and whisper, "How is it with you, my child?" but always, lest a strange face should frighten him, they whisper it so low that he may not hear. They bend over him to see that he sleeps peacefully, and replace his sweet arm beneath the coverlet, and they open the drawers to count how many little vests he has. They love to do these things. What is saddest about ghosts is that they may not know their child. They expect him to be just as he was when they left him, and they are easily bewildered, and search for him from room to room, and hate the unknown boy he has become. Poor, passionate souls, they may even do him an injury. These are the ghosts that go wailing about old houses, and foolish wild stories are invented to explain what is all so pathetic and simple. I know of a man who, after wandering far, returned to his early home to pass the evening of his days in it, and sometimes from his chair by the fire he saw the door open softly and a woman's face appear. She always looked at him very vindictively, and then vanished. Strange things happened in this house. Windows were opened in the night. The curtains of his bed were set fire to. A step on the stair was loosened. The covering of an old well in a corridor where he walked was cunningly removed. And when he fell ill the wrong potion was put in the glass by his bedside, and he died. How could the pretty young mother know that this grizzled interloper was the child of whom she was in search? All our notions about ghosts are wrong. It is nothing so petty as lost wills or deeds of violence that brings them back, and we are not nearly so afraid of them as they are of us. . J.m. Barrie
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Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night J.m. Barrie
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It is glorious fun racing down the Hump, but you can't do it on windy days because then you are not there, but the fallen leaves do it instead of you. There is almost nothing that has such a keen sense of fun as a fallen leaf. J.m. Barrie
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Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow. J.m. Barrie
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I wasn't crying about mothers, " he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying. J.m. Barrie
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But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys. J.m. Barrie
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Life is like a cup of coffee: The more avidly you drink of it, the sooner you reach the dregs. J.m. Barrie