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
gave god memories might roses
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
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.
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.
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.
loves unhappy
Let no one who loves be called unhappy Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
best failures
We are all failures at least, all the best of us are.
believe everytime fairy falls says
Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
bride good jealousy wishes
That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
letting slip warned
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.
love beautiful wall
You were hidden behind walls of ice; no man had passed them; I broke them down and love leapt to love, and you lie here, my beautiful, love in the arms of its lover.