After seeing your question, the first answer that came to my mind was a poem by Mu Xin. The name of this poem is "I". There is only one sentence in the whole poem, "I am a person who drifts snow in the dark." When I read Mu Xin's Larks Cry All Day, I will never forget it after reading it once. I always feel that Mu Xin has used this sentence to tell his own life, which is obviously his.

When we see this sentence, we always think that the whole world is plunged into endless darkness, and all the light is swallowed up one by one. From then on, we can't see other people's eyes, smiles, stars twinkling in the universe, and the cold moonlight in mountains and rivers.

I heard something rustling and fell to the ground. It sounds like a cat doesn't want to wake the footsteps of the dreamer, so I imagine, so I feel. I tried to describe the darkness at the moment with the appearance of heavy snow I had seen in the past. I guess there is earth-shattering beauty in the darkness that seems to have nothing, so I pray and I bow down. I long for the light so that I can enjoy the incomparable scenery. I am eager to make it as thick as ink.

In addition to what I said above, there is Shakespeare's sentence in Romeo and Juliet that "those cruel pleasures will eventually end in cruelty", the original text is "all these violent extrusions have violent endings", which is deeply engraved in my mind after reading it for the first time and unforgettable. I always think Romeo and Juliet is a beautiful love story, but why is this sentence a bit bloody? It always makes people involuntarily think of the earth full of corpses, and everything is silent.

Later, I also "read" this sentence with my own understanding, and read those loves, those who know that the road ahead is bleak but still desperate, those who hurt others in the most painful way, are actually hurting their own love, and those chaotic and bloody loves have no win or loss at all. It all started with a farce and ended with a farce. The victim sacrifices, the living suffers, and the tearful writer is immortal. People who read this sentence are still stubborn. We bury our hearts in the grave, we graze our bodies in the frontier, and all the cold in the world gathers in that dagger, which cuts your throat, and then everything comes to an abrupt end.

The two mentioned above are particularly impressive. Others, such as the last two sentences in the song "Everything" by North Island, "All outbreaks have a moment's silence/all deaths have a long echo", and Stendhal's sentence "I came from hell, went to heaven, and am passing through the world" also left a deep impression on me, which will be unforgettable after reading it once.