James M. Barrie
James M. Barrie
Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet, OMwas a Scottish novelist and playwright, best remembered today as the creator of Peter Pan. He was born and educated in Scotland but moved to London, where he wrote a number of successful novels and plays. There he met the Llewelyn Davies boys, who inspired him to write about a baby boy who has magical adventures in Kensington Gardens, then to write Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, a "fairy play"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth9 May 1860
cheer boys silence
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?
two ends
Two is the beginning of the end.
clever knows
i know i'm not clever but i'm always right.
heart absence forgetful
Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
love-you boys firsts
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.
moving boys fire
He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.
daughter years golden
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.
growing-up pimples grew-up
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.
waiting
Just always be waiting for me.
running dry down-and
Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.' Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.
dream mother lasts
When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.
sorry games play
What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.
sarcastic halloween night
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
sarcastic
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.