Peter invented, with Wendy's help, a new game that fascinated him enormously, until he suddenly had no more interest in it, which, as you have been told, was what always happened with his games. It consisted in pretending not to have adventures...
J.M. BarrieMr. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours.
J.M. BarrieIt was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.
J.M. BarrieMr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.
J.M. BarrieI suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
J.M. BarrieAll of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.
J.M. BarrieHe looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.
J.M. BarrieJust always be waiting for me.
J.M. BarrieGrowing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.
J.M. BarrieTag: growing-up being-a-teen
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.
J.M. BarrieTag: daughter
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