I think everyone is just trying to get home.
We don’t know about tomorrow, all we need to know is that we love each other.
Often the hardest person to forgive is yourself.
If at first you don’t succeed, have some cake.
Ik ben zo klein,′ zei de mol. ‘Ja,’ zei de jongen. ‘Maar je maakt een groot verschil.
Wat lijkt jou de grootste tijdverspilling?′ ‘Jezelf met anderen vergelijken,’ zei de mol.
Love doesn’t need you to be extraordinary.
Sometimes all you hear about is the hate, but there is more love in this world than you could possibly imagine.
Most of the old moles I know wish they had listened less to their fears and more to their dreams.
De meeste oude mollen die ik ken, zouden willen dat ze minder naar hun angsten hadden geluisterd en meer naar hun dromen.
Raar eigenlijk, wij zien alleen onze buitenkant, maar bijna alles gebeurt vanbinnen.
Sometimes I feel lost, said the boy. Me too, said the mole, but we love you, and love brings you home.
I can’t see a way through,” said the boy. “Can you see your next step?” “Yes.” “Just take that,” said the horse.
I’m so small,” said the mole. “Yes,” said the boy, “but you make a huge difference.
The truth is everyone is winging it.
I need pictures. They are like islands, places to get to in a sea of words.
Do you have any other advice?′ asked the boy ‘Don’t measure how valuable you are by the way you are treated’ said the horse.
When the big things feel out of control... focus on what you love right under your nose.
Sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do” said the boy “you’ll catch up” said the horse.
I’ve learned how to be in the present.” “How?” asked the boy “I find a quiet spot and shut my eyes and breathe.” “That’s good, and then?” “Then I focus.” “What do you focus on?” “Cake,” said the mole.