J.M. Barrie, fully Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet

J.M.
Barrie, fully Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet
1860
1937

Scottish Dramatist, Author, Novelist, best known as creator of Peter Pan

Author Quotes

Them that has china plates themsel's is the maist careful not to break the china plates of others.

Twin, I think you should not have dreamt that, for I didn't, and Peter may say we oughtn't to dream differently, being twins, you know.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

Your heart is as fresh as your face; and that is well. The useless men are those who never change with the years. Many views that I held to in my youth and long afterwards are a pain to me now, and I am carrying away from Thrums memories of errors into which I fell at every stage of my ministry. When you are older you will know that life is a long lesson in humility.

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

Two is the beginning of the end.

Yes, he is rather cocky, Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her.

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

Two small figures were beating against the rock; the girl had fainted and lay on the the boy's arm. With a last effort Peter pulled her up the rock and then lay down beside her. Even as he also fainted he saw that the water was raising, He knew that they would soon be drowned, but he could do no more. As they lay side by side a mermaid caught Wendy by the feet, and began pulling her softly into the water. Peter feeling her slip from him, woke with a start, and was just in time to draw her back. But he had to tell her the truth. We are on the rock, Wendy, he said, but it is growing smaller. Soon the water will be over it. She did not understand even now. We must go, she said, almost brightly. Yes, he answered faintly. Shall we swim or fly, Peter? He had to tell her. Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island, Wendy, without my help? She had to admit she was too tired. He moaned. What is it? she asked, anxious about him at once. I can't help you, Wendy. Hook wounded me. I can neither fly nor swim. Do you mean we shall both be downed? Look how the water is raising. They put their hands over their eyes to shut out the sight. They thought they would soon be no more. As they sat thus something brushed against Peter as light as a kiss, and stayed there, as if to say timidly, Can I be of any us? It was the tail of a kite, which Michael had made some days before. It had torn itself out of his hand and floated away. Michael's kite, Peter said without interest, but the next moment he had seized the tail, and was pulling the kite towards him. It lifted Michael off the ground, he cried; why should it not carry you? Both of us! It can't left two; Michael and Curly tried. Let us draw lots, Wendy said bravely. And you a lady; never. Already he had tied the tail round her. She clung to him; she refused to go without him; but with a Good-bye, Wendy. He pushed her from the rock; and in a few minutes she was borne out of his sight. Peter was alone on the lagoon. The rock was very small now; soon it would be submerged. Pale rays of light tiptoed across the waters; and by and by there was to be heard a sound at once the most musical and the most melancholy in the world: the mermaids calling to the moon.

Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade.

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 forever barred.

Wendy, Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.

You are so queer,' he said, frankly puzzled, 'and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother.' No, indeed, it is not,' Wendy replied with frightful emphasis.

There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

You are too late, he cried proudly, I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with me. Overhead Tinker Bell shouted Silly ass! and darted into hiding.

There ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl. Ought to be? Isn't there?

Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.

You canna expect to be both grand and comfortable.

They didna speak, but they just gave one another a look, and I saw the love-light in their een. No more is remembered of these two, no being now living ever saw them, but the poetry that was in the soul of a battered weaver makes them human to us forever.

What is afraid?' asked Peter longingly. He thought it must be some splendid thing. 'I do wish you would teach me how to be afraid, Maimie,' he said.

You have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

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.

They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is Saturday night, and then they do it.

What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?

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First Name
J.M.
Last Name
Barrie, fully Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet
Birth Date
1860
Death Date
1937
Bio

Scottish Dramatist, Author, Novelist, best known as creator of Peter Pan