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
firsts lovers mets
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.
adventure tea firsts
Would you like an adventure now, or would like to have your tea first?
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.
book firsts pockets
For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.
believe child fairy falls somewhere time
Every time a child says, ''I don't believe in fairies,'' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
loves unhappy
Let no one who loves be called unhappy Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
believe fairies fairy falls says somewhere time
Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
best
We are all of us failures, at least, the best of us are.
lets likes man
Every man who is high up likes to think that he has done it all himself, and the wife smiles and lets it go at that.
work
It is not real work unless you would rather be doing something else.
revenge opponents conflict
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
death dying best-place
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
gave god memories might roses
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
best failures
We are all failures at least, all the best of us are.