Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
James M. BarrieRead
Because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that the joy of new life creates wonder and magic in the world.
In this quote, James M. Barrie expresses the idea that every new child brings a sense of wonder and enchantment into the world, akin to the birth of fairies. The vibrant imagery of fairies linked to the laughter of babies highlights the innocence and magical perception of childhood, suggesting that with each new child, the joy and magic of life are renewed and perpetuated.
In practice
This quote would be a beautiful addition to a card celebrating the birth of a baby.
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
It was then that Hook bit him. Not the pain of this but its unfairness was what dazed Peter. It made him quite helpless. He could only stare, horrified. Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. 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.
But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.
I hold that there is a mysterious connection between the fate of this country and that of Mexico; so much so that her independence and capability of sustaining herself are almost as essential to our prosperity and the maintenance of our institutions as they are to hers.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
Never had I understood that I command, with absolute authority, the ship of my life! I decide its mission and rules and discipline, at my word waits every tool and sail, every cannon, the strength of every soul on board. I'm master of a team of passionate skills to sail me through hell's own jaws the second I nod the direction to steer.
For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in.
The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.
Organic life, we are told, has developed gradually from the protozoon to the philosopher, and this development, we are assured, is indubitably an advance. Unfortunately it is the philosopher, not the protozoon, who gives us this assurance.
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