Ludwig Tieck,
The Fair Magelone — Section 5
“ Oh, who then is close to my heart, if he is a stranger to me? May your tongue cause you endless torment for saying such a thing, which it grieves my heart to hear. How could he be a stranger to me? For then I would be a stranger to myself, since he is nothing but what am I; and I can only be to him what he is to me? My breath, my spirit, my life, everything, I owe it all to him. My heart has not belonged to me since I first met him. Oh, dear Gertrude, the whole immeasurable world would mean nothing to me if he were merely a stranger? Gertraud comforted her, and the princess went to bed ”
