Wendy Darling Quotes

“Feuds are weeds... Once it’s grown roots, it’s harder to dig up; and it’s far easier to spread.”
― Emory R. Frie, Giant Country

“It might take a while, and we probably won’t recognize it when it comes, but I do believe – I have to believe – that someday we’ll get our happy endings.”
― Emory R. Frie, Realm of the Snow Queen

“I love you like the ocean loves the sand; I will always come back for you no matter what. I love you like the wind loves the trees; it might not seem like it, but I’m always there to support you. I love you like the moon loves the sun; I would die every day just to let you shine. I love you more than words can describe, and I always will.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I hope you rot in hell.”

“And I hope you get over yourself.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Tinker Bell, meanwhile, was drifting with purpose up to the highest leafy branches of the jungle. Her light glowed warmly off the leaves below, the droplets seeping off their thick veins, the sweet sap running down the trunks of the trees. It made the whole clearing look...
Well, like it was touched by fairies, Wendy thought with a smile.
All her life she had looked for fairies in more mundane places, experiencing a rush of hope and warmth whenever a scene even palely imitated the one before here now. Candles at Christmas, fireflies in the park, flickering lamps in teahouses. The sparkling leaded glass windows of a sweets shop on winter afternoons when dusk came at four. A febrile, glowing crisscross of threads on a rotten log her cousin had once shown her out in the country: fox fire, magical mushrooms.
And here it was, for real! Tinker Bell was performing what appeared to be a slow and majestic dance. First, she moved to specific points in the air around her, perhaps north, south, east, and west, twirling a little at each stop. Then she flew back to the center and made a strange bowing motion, keeping her tiny feet daintily together and putting her arms out gracefully like a swan. As she completed each movement, fairy dust fell from her wings in glittering, languorous trails, hanging in the air just long enough to form shapes. She started the dance over again, faster this time.
And again even faster. Her trail of sparkles almost resolved into a picture, crisscrossed lines constantly flowing slowly down like drips of luminous paint.
Wendy felt a bit like John, overwhelmed with a desire to try to reduce and explain and thereby translate the magic. But she also felt a lot like Michael, with an almost overwhelming urge to break free from her hiding place and see it up close, to feel the sparkles on her nose, to run a hand through the sigils not for the purpose of destruction but form a hapless, joyful desire to be part of it all.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“Oh yes, that's the clockwork crocodile. Now free from its previous task, the toy beast sought its way downstream to find other people in need of help. And, I daresay, we might have use of a clockwork crocodile somewhere along the way- against pirates, maybe? One particular crocodile-fearing pirate?"
Tinker Bell stared at her friend in newly discovered admiration- and the teeniest bit of horror.
You've changed, girl.
Wendy smiled as she pushed the boat away from the bank.
There was more to her than just manners and wishing, as her little fairy friend had pointed out. A whole world of Never Land was inside Wendy... with beasts as well with fairies.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“But Peter just stood there gazing at her, mouth agape.
Wendy looked down at herself; she hadn't even realized how heroic a pose she struck. From her shadow- which took this opportunity to actually behave- she realized how she appeared:powerful, strong... with a scandalously short tunic cinched around her waist and improvised leggings that showed a prodigious amount of her newly tanned skin. Her hair was down around her shoulders. She bet she was the spitting image of an Amazon, short a bow.
"Gosh, Wendy, you sure look different from when I first saw you," Peter mumbled.
Tinker Bell put her hands on her hips and started to jingle.
"Well, I must be off," Wendy said quickly. "Bye!"
And she took off into the air, like Nike, triumphant.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“Once invited, always welcome. Once invited, never free.”
― A.C. Wise, Hooked

“And where do these legends come from?”

“You don’t really think that I was the first thing on the island, now do you?”

Wendy actually had thought that, because she had never written about anything existing before Peter. Perhaps a prequel was in order.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“You’re focusing too much on what you’re doing, not what your opponent is doing. You’re too much in your own head.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t know what it means.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“A shooting star. Make a wish, lo—ahem. Wendy,” Peter whispered.

Wendy laid her head on Peter’s chest and breathed deeply. “I have everything I could ever wish for.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I like to think that
Wendy went off and
built herself a life,
a good life.

And that Peter missed her.

(Just not enough.)”
― Kristina Mahr

“She was falling in love with a fairytale.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Why are women paraded down the aisle like a prize horse? Why do we have to marry whoever our fathers pick out for us? Where is the love? The adventure? Where is the freedom?”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“The garden was always so beautiful this time of year. The flowers were beginning to bloom, and despite her minor allergy to pollen, the garden was Wendy’s favorite place to write. The grass was vivid green, the kind of color that Wendy had only seen described in books. The kind of green that made you take a step back and widen your eyes at its vibrance and boldness. The flowers were a symphony, each flower complimenting another, moving in perfect harmony.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I think silence is too often confused with strength, with power.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“A strangled, sobbing gasp choked Wendy as the world started to spin around her. She tried to breathe, to break through whatever hold this memory still had on her, but it was all she could do not to let herself go completely. Every piece of her was trapped in that day, silently screaming for her younger self not to abandon her mother in her last moments.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Please come for me,” she whispered at the silent, lonely night, a final desperate prayer. “Please come.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“How about you stop trying to kill me so I can leave?”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Oh dear. Wendy regretted lighting the lamps the moment the room was cast in light. The man had fluffy chocolate-brown hair and honey-colored eyes. His face was boyish but rugged. He looked to be about the same age as John.

Could it…no. It can’t really be him. He’s imaginary, Wendy. Pull yourself together.

But even so, common sense could not leash her hope.

“Peter Pan?” she whispered.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Since it takes weeks at the earliest to learn how to take off without assistance and we clearly don’t have the kind of time, you have two choices: jump out the window, or I push you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“As much as I’d love to see your arrogant ass beg, the night is fading. I don’t care which choice you choose, just pick one.”
― Lucy Gould

“Wendy drifted off, dreaming of a warped Neverland where no one could fly, pirates were just as rotted on the outside as they were on the inside, mermaids were out for blood, and a certain handsome boy was dying.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Dressing like that creates the wrong idea.”

“Oh really?” Wendy narrowed her eyes; John was moving into dangerous territory. “I wasn’t aware that wearing the same shirt you’re wearing was revolutionary.”

“It’s a man’s shirt, Wendy.”

Wendy scoffed. “Surprisingly, I’m aware of that. This was all I could find, so unless you want me to go to dinner naked, I suggest you come to terms with my shirt.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Well, that sounds awfully messy.” Wendy frowned at her plate.

A smirk spread across Peter’s face. “Sure it is, Princess.”

“I am not a princess,” Wendy sputtered.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Never let your guard down, Wendy. No matter who you are with,” Peter whispered in her ear. He abruptly let go and said, “Go get your dagger and try again.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I normally train without a shirt, but I’ll keep it on to preserve your dignity, m’lady,” Roy teased Wendy.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. You wouldn’t be the first half-naked man I’ve ever seen,” Wendy replied, the corner of her mouth twitching.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Wendy loved him for not letting the cruel world turn him into a cruel man.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

“Forever,” Wendy whispered back. “I’ll stay with you forever.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“No matter what happens today or in the entire war, don’t let your fire die.”
― Lucy Gould

“Wendy: Talking to yourself, sunshine? First sign of madness that is.”
― Andy Winter, Peter Pan