The notes went out crystalline into the clean winter morning, to sound on the far, snowy peaks. - Yasunari Kawabata

I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had turned to clear water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

He closed his eyes and the warmth sank into his head, bringing an immediate sense of life. Reality came through the violent breathing, and with a sort of nostalgic remorse. He felt as though he was waiting tranquilly for some undefined revenge.

The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.