Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet — J. M. Barrie
So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. — J. M. Barrie
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever. — J. M. Barrie
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; — J. M. Barrie
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by. — J. M. Barrie
The last thing he ever said to me was, ‘just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing. — J. M. Barrie