Ludwig Tieck

“How may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling?”

“With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as poor as mortal can possiblybe on this side of the grave.”