Sunday, January 28, 2007

Quote of the Day, 1/28/07: Barrie

A few quotes tonight from J. M. Barrie, my long-distant cousin.

The best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.
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Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.
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Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
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We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
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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.

3 comments:

Michele said...

This

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

is very, very true !!

Nancy said...

It is!

Sadly, that means I'm working way too much.

:)

Little Willow said...

Tinker Bell rocks.