Charlie Mackesy Quotes

What is the bravest thing you've ever said? asked the boy. 'Help,' said the horse. 'Asking for help isn't giving up,' said the horse. 'It's refusing to give up.

What do you want to be when you grow up?" "Kind," said the boy.

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

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.

Is your glass half empty or half full?" asked the mole. "I think I'm grateful to have a glass," said the boy.

One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things.

The greatest illusion," said the mole, "is that life should be perfect.

Always remember you matter, you're important and you are loved, and you bring to this world things no one else can.

We often wait for kindness...but being kind to yourself can start now.

We have such a long way to go," sighed the boy "Yes, but look how far we've come," said the horse

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

When things get difficult remember who you are.' 'Who am I?' asked the boy 'You are loved' said the horse

Imagine how we would be if we were less afraid.

Home isn’t always a place is it?

Sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do," said the boy "You'll catch up," said the horse.

Nothing beats kindness,' said the horse. 'It sits quietly beyond all things.

I am truly tiny' said the mole 'The love inside you,' said the boy 'is as big as the universe.

When the big things feel out of control focus on what you love right under your nose

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

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.

Sometimes I worry you'll all realise I'm ordinary," said the boy. "Love doesn't need you to be extraordinary." said the mole.

So you know all about me?' asked the boy. 'Yes.' said the horse. 'And you still love me?' 'We love you all the more.

What's your best discovery?" asked the mole. "That I'm enough as I am," said the boy.

This is easily my favourite place' said the mole 'Why?' asked the boy 'Because you are all here,

What's the bravest thing you've ever said?" asked the boy. "Help," said the horse.

How do they look so together and perfect?" asked the boy. "There's a lot of frantic paddling going on beneath," said the horse.

Just take this step... The horizon will look after itself.

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

When the dark clouds come... ...keep going

I can't see a way through," said the boy. "Can you see your next step?" "Yes." "Just take that," said the horse.

To be honest, I often feel I have nothing interesting to say," said the fox. "Being honest is always interesting," said the horse.

Don't measure how valuable you are by the way you are treated.

What do you think success is?" asked the boy. "To love," said the mole.

this storm will pass

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.

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

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.

If at first you don't succeed, have some cake.' 'I see. Does it work?' 'Every time.

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

Sometimes I feel lost," said the boy. "Me too," said the mole, "but we love you, and love brings you home.

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

Do you have a favourite saying?" asked the boy. "Yes" said the Mole. "What is it?" "If at first you don't succeed, have some cake" "I see, does it work?" "Every time

Tears fall for a reason and they are your strength not weakness.

Often the hardest person to forgive is yourself

The truth is everyone is winging it.

I wonder if there is a school of unlearning

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

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

Is it ruined?' 'No' said the mole, 'look at the music, it often comes through where things are broken

Sometimes all you hear about is the hate, but there is more love in this world than you could possibly imagine.

Nothing beats kindness ... It sits quietly beyond all things.

One of our greatest freedom is how we react to things.

When the big things feel out of control...focus on what you love right under your nose.

Love doesn't need you to be extraordinary.

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.

Life is difficult - but you are loved

What is that over there?", asked the boy. "It's the wild", said the mole; "Don't fear it" "Imagine how we'd be, if we were less afraid...??

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.

What do you think success is?" asked the boy. "To love," said the mole.

Isn't it odd we can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside

Sometimes I feel lost, said the boy. Me too, said the mole, but we love you, and love brings you home.

You fell - but I've got you.

Sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do" said the boy "you'll catch up" said the horse.

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

Wat lijkt jou de grootste tijdverspilling?' 'Jezelf met anderen vergelijken,' zei de mol.

If at first you don't succeed, have some cake.

What's your best discovery?' asked the mole. 'That I'm enough as I am.' said the boy

What do you want to be when you grow up?" "Kind," said the boy.

Çocuğun kafasında bir sürü soru var, köstebekse durmadan pasta istiyor.

What is the bravest thing you've ever said? asked the boy. 'Help,' said the horse. 'Asking for help isn't giving up,' said the horse. 'It's refusing to give up.

imagine how we could be if we were less afraid

One of our greatest freedoms, is how we react to things.

<< ¿Ves el vaso medio lleno o medio vacío? >>, preguntó el topo. << Creo que doy gracias por tener un vaso >>, dijo el niño.

Ik ben zo klein,' zei de mol. 'Ja,' zei de jongen. 'Maar je maakt een groot verschil.

De meeste oude mollen die ik ken, zouden willen dat ze minder naar hun angsten hadden geluisterd en meer naar hun dromen.

Stel je toch voor hoe wij zouden zijn als we minder bang waren.

Raar eigenlijk, wij zien alleen onze buitenkant, maar bijna alles gebeurt vanbinnen.

Don't measure how valuable you are by the way you are treated. Always remember you matter, you're important and you are loved.

I think the wild is a bit like life — frightening sometimes but beautiful.

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.

Hast du anfangs keinen Erfolg, iss Kuchen." - "Verstehe. Funktioniert es?" - "Immer.

Every thing is visible on the outside but nearly everything happens on the inside.

Sometimes just getting up and carrying on is brave and magnificent.

Shara met me at the airport in London, dressed in her old familiar blue woolen overcoat that I loved so much. She was bouncing like a little girl with excitement. Everest was nothing compared to seeing her. I was skinny, long-haired, and wearing some very suspect flowery Nepalese trousers. I short, I looked a mess, but I was so happy. I had been warned by Henry at base camp not to rush into anything “silly” when I saw Shara again. He had told me it was a classic mountaineers’ error to propose as soon as you get home. High altitude apparently clouds people’s good judgment, he had said. In the end, I waited twelve months. But during this time I knew that this was the girl I wanted to marry. We had so much fun together that year. I persuaded Shara, almost daily, to skip off work early from her publishing job (she needed little persuading, mind), and we would go on endless, fun adventures. I remember taking her roller-skating through a park in central London and going too fast down a hill. I ended up headfirst in the lake, fully clothed. She thought it funny. Another time, I lost a wheel while roller-skating down a steep busy London street. (Cursed skates!) I found myself screeching along at breakneck speed on only one skate. She thought that one scary. We drank tea, had afternoon snoozes, and drove around in “Dolly,” my old London black cab that I had bought for a song. Shara was the only girl I knew who would be willing to sit with me for hours on the motorway--broken down--waiting for roadside recovery to tow me to yet another garage to fix Dolly. Again. We were (are!) in love. I put a wooden board and mattress in the backseat so I could sleep in the taxi, and Charlie Mackesy painted funny cartoons inside. (Ironically, these are now the most valuable part of Dolly, which sits majestically outside our home.) Our boys love playing in Dolly nowadays. Shara says I should get rid of her, as the taxi is rusting away, but Dolly was the car that I will forever associate with our early days together. How could I send her to the scrapyard? In fact, this spring, we are going to paint Dolly in the colors of the rainbow, put decent seat belts in the backseat, and go on a road trip as a family. Heaven. We must never stop doing these sorts of things. They are what brought us together, and what will keep us having fun. Spontaneity has to be exercised every day, or we lose it. Shara, lovingly, rolls her eyes.

Among these have been an unhealthy number of near-death moments, many of which I look back on now and wince. But I guess our training in life never really ends--and experience is always the best tutor of all. Then there are the most bizarre: like jet-skiing around Britain in aid of the UK lifeboats. Day after day, hour after hour, pounding the seas like little ants battling around the wild coast of Scotland and Irish Sea. (I developed a weird bulging muscle in my forearm that popped out and has stayed with me ever since after that one!) Or hosting the highest open-air dinner party, suspended under a high-altitude hot-air balloon, in support of the Duke of Edinburgh’s kids awards scheme. That mission also became a little hairy, rappelling down to this tiny metal table suspended fifty feet underneath the basket in minus forty degrees, some twenty-five thousand feet over the UK. Dressed in full naval mess kit, as required by the Guinness Book of World Records--along with having to eat three courses and toast the Queen, and breathing from small supplementary oxygen canisters--we almost tipped the table over in the early dawn, stratosphere dark. Everything froze, of course, but finally we achieved the mission and skydived off to earth--followed by plates of potatoes and duck à l-orange falling at terminal velocity. Or the time Charlie Mackesy and I rowed the Thames naked in a bathtub to raise funds for a friend’s new prosthetic legs. The list goes on and on, and I am proud to say, it continues. But I will tell all those stories properly some other place, some other time. They vary from the tough to the ridiculous, the dangerous to the embarrassing. But in this book I wanted to show my roots: the early, bigger missions that shaped me, and the even earlier, smaller moments that steered me.

Being kind to yourself is one of the greatest kindnesses. We often wait for kindness… but being kind to yourself can start now.

Love brings you home. Everyone is just trying to get home.

Nasıl böyle sakin ve mükemmel görünebiliyorlar? diye sordu çocuk. Altta deli gibi ayak çırpıyorlar, dedi at.

Sometimes all you hear about is hate, but there is more love in this world than you could possibly imagine

»I'm so small.« said the mole. »Yes,« said the boy, »but you make a huge difference.«

Nothing beats kindness. It sits quietly beyond all things.

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

Schon komisch. Wir können uns ner von außen sehen, dabei passiert fast alles innen.

Schon komisch. Wir können uns nur von außen sehen, dabei passiert fast alles innen.

What is the bravest thing you ever said? asked the boy. 'Help,' said the horse.

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.

One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things

What is the bravest thing you've ever said? asked the boy Help, said the horse