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“Many men remain spoiled boys that have never grown up. Women are prepared to raise them and take pain with patience, both as a condescendant contribution to supercilious compassion and as a proof of the eminence of their sense of worth. ("Prêt-à-penser" / "Ready-to-wear thinking")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I'll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms.”
― JM Barrie, Peter Pan: J M Barrie illustrated by Steve Hutton

“It’s not such a wonderful thing, to be young,â€� I said. “It’s heartless, and selfish.â€�

“But, oh, so free,â€� Nod said sadly. “So free when you have no worries or cares.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“All children grow up, or they die, or both. All children, except one.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Because Peter promised them adventures and happiness and then took them away to the island where they died. They weren’t forever young, unless dying when you were young kept you that way for always.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Good to know we're all twelve years old mentally. Keeps things in perspective.”
― Alexander William Gaskarth

“Sometimes at night, when the nightmare clung to me, I wondered if Peter’s assurances that I would never grow up were only assurances that I would die before such a thing happened. I wondered if that were better, to die before I became something withered and grey and not wanted.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Forget them Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“Was this, too, part of growing up? Was it facing the bad things you’d done as well as the good, and knowing all your mistakes had consequences? Peter made mistakes all the timeâ€� he was thoughtless; he hurt people. But it never troubled him, not for a moment. He forgot all about it in an instant. That was being a boy.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“I was hoping we could just listen to Jimmy Eat World and forget we ever grew up.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

“Come on, Jamie, follow me. Follow me and you’ll never grow up!â€�
I took one step, and then another, and then I was inside and the earth seemed to close all around me.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Just a boy, Just a child,
In a place where no one grows up;

Young bodies with old minds,
Dream and nightmare reign side by side,
In a place where no one grows up;

A time when darkness shrouded the sun,
Vengeance birthed from sea and blood,
Many had fallen in the war never won,
In a place where no one grows up;

When the boy’s heart grieved he became more of a man,
When the pirate’s heart hardened with the loss of his hand,
One dreadful night everything changed and feuds began,
Now the ghosts from their mistakes are tied to this land,
In a place where no one grows up;

Just a boy, just a child, in appearance it’s true,
But children can carry terrible burdens too,
For sometimes stopping time doesn’t mean forever youth,
Living, forgetting, loving, seething, bearing an all too heavy truth;

Just a boy, Just a child,
In a place where no one grows up.”
― Emory R. Frie, Neverland

“Some grown-ups never grow up.”
― Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

“I guess I’m only talking about my childhood. Things that become part of you when you’re a child and then you grow up and somehow they don’t—and that’s how you never get to be a mature person, an adult, with those naïve beliefs in you that never grew up . . .”
― Romain Gary, The Gasp

“She returned to the floor, and a tray appeared beside her with a sandwich, glass of milk, and some cubes of cantaloupe. She didn't know who brought it in, but she picked up a piece of the cantaloupe and examined it. The color matched some of the roses in the lady's garden, exactly what she needed for the flowers she'd drawn behind her butterfly.
Yellow, white, and a dab of red- she combined them on the plate until a soft peach colored her palette.
Walter thought she should grow up, like the lady wanted Oliver to do, but grown-ups didn't spend their nights dancing in gardens. Or painting. "I will stay a girl forever," she whispered, changing the lyrics from 'Peter Pan.' "And be banished if I don't."
She began to paint her butterfly.
"I'll never grow up," she chanted as she worked.
It wasn't until the first rays of dawn spilled across her paper that she began to feel sleepy. Her floor was covered with pictures and papers, but where others might see a mess, she saw a new world. There were flowers and trees and butterflies she'd brought to life with her hands. And her heart.
A lot of people thought she wasn't good at anything, but it wasn't true. She was good at making things.”
― Melanie Dobson, Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor