All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. - William Blake
As the bell rang he would look back at the departing year. He always found it a moving experience. Sometimes he was racked by sorrow and regret. Even when the sentimentality of the announcers repelled him, the tolling of the bells echoed in his heart. - Yasanuri Kawabata