Lost in the Never Woods

I think people are more frightening than the dark,” he said. “A person can stand right in front of you and be dangerous without you even knowing it.

But that’s what happens when you grow up—you forget about the magic you’ve seen.

Shadows are made up of darkness. They feed off of sadness and despair. They manifest what you’re most scared of and use it as a weapon to feed off your fear.

Shadows are made up of all the dark and bad parts of yourself. They feed off of bad thoughts—fear, worry, sadness, and guilt.

I think people are more frightening than the dark," he said. "A person can stand right in front of you and be dangerous without you even knowing it.

The mind is a complicated thing," Mrs. Darling said, considering her words as she spoke. "Sometimes it acts on its own, and quite often it controls us against our will. And I think, sometimes... It takes us away, maybe not when we want it, but when we need it.

You've never felt like you were missing ... something?" [...] "Not until I met you.

But his intense eyes felt like they held the age of the galaxies swirling behind them. He was a star locked inside a boy’s body.

You're shaking. I thought you weren't afraid of anything?" "I'm terrified." "Of what?" "Losing you.

She almost wanted to laugh, but not a funny ha-ha laugh, more of an I'm-losing-my-mind laugh.

Growing up sounds awful anyway." [...] "Though ... maybe not so awful if it were with you.

I want you to live, Wendy, not just endure.

Sunlight lit up and sparked in his brilliant blue eyes as he stared into hers. Her arms looped around his neck, holding on tight. Wendy thought she wouldn't mind gazing into the cosmos of his eyes forever, searching for hidden answers in their stars and coming up with her own constellations like the ancient Greeks.

Whatever you can imagine, you can do.

She opened her eyes.

He laughed and it sounded like music.

Standing next to him was like bathing in sunlight.

Peter also felt like her secret, her own piece of magic.