Gabrielle

“His roving eyes began to moisten, and before the hymn was ended, scalding tears rolled out of a fountain that had long seemed dry, and followed each other down those cheeks that had oftener felt the storms of heaven, than any testimonials of weakness.”
― James Fenimore Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans

“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest