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All You Have To Do Is Desire It, And If You Desire It Enough And Understand Why -- Really Know -- It Will Come.
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Alice Sebold
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All You Have To Do Is Desire It, And If You Desire It Enough And Understand Why -- Really Know -- It Will Come.

Understanding the Quote: "all you have to do is desire it, and if you desire..."

This quote by Alice Sebold reflects deeply on the theme of desire. It connects to the universal human journey of purpose, motivation, and reflection. Often categorized under Desire, Enough, Knows, the quote offers insight, emotional clarity, and intellectual inspiration to readers worldwide.

Whether you’re a student exploring new ideas, a leader trying to motivate your team, or someone seeking direction in life — this quote provides value. It resonates because it’s more than words — it’s a bridge between experience and wisdom. It shows how Alice Sebold interprets life's core challenges and triumphs.

Lessons From the Quote

This quote teaches resilience and focus. It reminds readers that no matter where they stand in life, reflection and self-awareness lead to growth. Each word has meaning, and when studied, it becomes clear how impactful thoughtful language can be.

About Alice Sebold

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Salmon
Firsts
No One On The Street Thought Anything Of The Downtown Girl Dressed In Black Who Had Paused In The Middle Of Midtown Foot Traffic. In Her Art Student Camouflage She Could Walk The Entire Length Of Manhattan And, If Not Blend In, Be Classified And Therefore Ignored.
Girl
Art
Feet
So There Are Cakes And Pillows And Colors Galore, But Underneath This More Obvious Patchwork Quilt Are Places Like A Quiet Room Where You Can Go And Hold Someone's Hand And Not Have To Say Anything.
Quilts
Hands
Color
I Left My Mark On That Man.
Men
Mark
Left
The Shadow Of Years Was Not As Big On His Small Body. He Knew I Was Away . But When People Left They Always Came Back.
Years
People
Shadow
Loss Could Be Used As A Measure Of Beauty In A Woman.
Loss
Used
Stones And Bones; Snow And Frost; Seeds And Beans And Polliwogs. Paths And Twigs, Assorted Kisses, We All Know Who Daddy Misses! His Two Little Frogs Of Girls, That’s Who. They Know Where They Are, Do You, Do You?
Girl
Kissing
Two
But I Know I Would Not Go Out. I Had Taken This Time To Fall In Love Instead — In Love With The Sort Of Helplessness I Had Not Felt In Death — The Helplessness Of Being Alive, The Dark Bright Pity Of Being Human — Feeling As You Went, Groping In Corners And Opening Your Arms To Light - All Of It Part Of Navigating The Unknown.
Falling In Love
Taken
Dark
It's Very Weird To Succeed At Thirty-nine Years Old And Realize That In The Midst Of Your Failure, You Were Slowly Building The Life That You Wanted Anyway.
Years
Nine
Succeed
"when The Dead Are Done With The Living, The Living Can Go On To Other Things," Franny Said. "what About The Dead?" I Asked. "where Do We Go?"
Done
Goes On
Bones
Please Don't Let Daddy Die Susie," He Whispered. "i Need Him.
Daddy
Needs
I Need Him
I Was In The Air Around Him. I Was In The Cold Mornings He Had Now. I Was In The Quiet Time He Spent Alone. I Was The Girl He Had Chosen To Kiss. He Wanted, Somehow To Set Me Free. -susie Salmon
Girl
Morning
Kissing
Sometimes You Cry, Susie, Even When Someone You Love Has Been Gone A Long Time.
Long
Gone
Someone You Love
In This Deeply Nuanced Portrait Of An American Family, Bret Anthony Johnston Fearlessly Explores The Truth Behind A Mythic Happy Ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston Presents An Incisive Dismantling Of An All-too-comforting Fallacy: That In Being Found We Are No Longer Lost.
Comforting
Portraits
Remember
In My 20s, I Railed Against Anything 'spiritual', I Thought It Was All Crap.
Spiritual
Crap
His Love For My Mother Wasn't About Looking Back And Loving Something That Would Never Change. It Was About Loving My Mother For Everything -- For Her Brokenness And Her Fleeing, For Her Being There Right Then In That Moment Before The Sun Rose And The Hospital Staff Came In. It Was About Touching That Hair With The Side Of His Fingertip, And Knowing Yet Plumbing Fearlessly The Depths Of Her Ocean Eyes.
Mother
Ocean
Eye
Since Then I've Always Thought That Under Rape In The Dictionary It Should Tell The Truth. It Is Not Just Forcible Intercourse; Rape Means To Inhabit And Destroy Everything.
Mean
Telling The Truth
Should
I Had Rescued The Moment By Using My Camera And In That Way Had Found How To Stop Time And Hold It. No One Could Take That Image Away From Me Because I Owned It.
Way
Cameras
Bones
But She Was Waiting Patiently. She No Longer Believed In Talk. It Never Rescued Anything. At Seventy She Had Come To Believe In Time Alone. ~pg 254
Believe
Waiting
Alone Time
Like Snowflakes,' Franny Said,'none Of Them The Same And Yet Each One, From Where We Stand, Exactly Like The One Before
Snowflake
Said
I Like Gardening - It's A Place Where I Find Myself When I Need To Lose Myself.
Garden
Needs
Loses
He Tunneled Into Stories Where Weak Men Changed Into Strong Half-animals Or Used Eye Beams Or Magic Hammers To Power Through Steel Or Climb Up The Sides Of Skyscrapers. He Was The Hulk When Angry And Spidey The Rest Of The Time. When He Felt His Heart Hurt He Turned Into Something Stronger Than A Little Boy, And He Grew Up This Way. A Heart That Flashed From Heart To Stone, Heart To Stone. As I Watched I Thought Of What Grandma Lynn Liked To Say When Lindsey And I Rolled Our Eyes Or Grimaced Behind Her Back. "watch Out What Faces You Make. You'll Freeze That Way.
Strong
Hurt
Grandma
The Moon Is Whole All The Time, But We Can’t Always See It. What We See Is An Almost Moon Or Not-quite Moon. The Rest Is Hiding Just Out Of View, But There’s Only One Moon, So We Follow It In The Sky. We Plan Our Lives Based On Its Rhythms And Tides.
Moon
Views
Sky
I Was Like I Was In Science Class: I Was Curious.
Class
Curious
Science Class
I Was Trying To Prove To Them And To Myself That I Was Still Who I Had Always Been. I Was Beautiful, If Fat. I Was Smart, If Loud. I Was Good, If Ruined.
Beautiful
Smart
Trying
She Didn't Even Have To Smile, And She Rarely Did Outside Her House--it Was The Eyes, Her Dancer's Carriage, The Way She Seemed To Deliberate Over The Smallest Movement Of Her Body.
Eye
House
Dancer
I Couldn't Help But Think, As I Watched Him, Of The Barrels Of Toxic Fluids That Had Accrued Behind Hal's Bike Shop Where The Scrub Lining The Railroad Tracks Had Offered Local Companies Enough Cover To Dump A Stray Contaner Or Two. Everything Had Been Sealed Up, But Things Were Beginning To Leak Out. I Had Come To Both Pity And Respect Len In The Years Since My Mother Left. He Followed The Physical To Try To Understand Things That Were Impossible To Comphrehend. In That, I Could See, He Was Like Me.
Mother
Thinking
Years
I Don't Do Much Public Speaking. I Did A Lot Of Stuff For Bones, And Then Ended Up Having Said Yes To A Lot Of Things That Kept Me On The Road For A While For That, But Then I Pretty Much Stopped. I'm Touring For This Book, But When The Tour Is Done, That'll Be The End Of It.
Book
Done
Stuff
Well, As My Dad Would Say, It Means She’s Out Of This Shithole.
Dad
Mean
My Dad
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