“I’m so small,” said the mole.
“Yes,” said the boy, “but you make a huge difference.”


“What do you think is the biggest waste of time?”
“Comparing yourself to others,” said the mole.

I wonder if there is a school of unlearning.


“Most of the old moles I know wish they had listened less to their features and more to their dreams.”

“What is that over there?”
“It’s the wild,” said the mole. “Don’t fear it.”

“Imagine how we would be if we were less afraid.”


“Isn’t it odd. We can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside.”


“Doing nothing with friends is never doing nothing, is it?” asked the boy.
“No,” said the mole.


“What is the bravest thing you’ve ever said?” asked the boy.
“Help,” said the horse.

“When have you been at your strongest?” asked the boy.
“When I have dared to show my weakness.”

“Asking for help isn’t giving up,” said the horse. “It’s refusing to give up.”


I’ve discovered something better than cake.”
“No you haven’t,” said the boy.
“I have,” replied the mole.
“What is it?”
“A hug. It lasts longer.”


“Sometimes,” said the horse.
“Sometimes what?” asked the boy.
“Sometimes just getting up and carrying on is brave and magnificent.”


“Is your glass half empty or half full?” asked the mole.
“I think I’m grateful to have a glass.” said the boy.


“When the big things feel out of control

focus on what you love right under your nose.”


“We have such a long way to go.” sighed the boy.
“Yes, but look how far we’ve come,” said the horse.


“Sometimes I want to say I love you all,” said the mole, “but I find it difficult.”
“Do you?” said the boy.
“Yes, so I say something like I’m glad we are all here.”
“Ok,” said the boy.

“I’m glad we are all here.”
“We are so glad you are here too.”


“What do we do when our hearts hurt?” asked the boy.

“We wrap them with friendship, shared tears and time, till they wake hopeful and happy again.”