运用隐喻将抽象的孤独具体化为空气，分号后使用动名词短语breathing it作主语，逻辑清晰，表达含蓄而深刻。
I believe that some things can be forgotten, while others are meant to be remembered.
Time distorts the face of love. — Annie Baby, 'Farewell Wei'an'
Loneliness is air; breathing it allows one to feel one's own existence. — Annie Baby
This city is too cold. Without love, we will freeze; without eternity, we will die.
We always need some warmth. Even if it's just a tiny bit of what we consider to be a memento.
She said, I often feel lonely, though I don't know why. She said, perhaps when we love someone, we are actually loving the image of ourselves within that love. It seems to have little to do with the true nature of love or who that person actually is. She said, my life often loses all exits. But that remains my freedom.
Even when leaving, one must remember the good in each other. — 'The Era of Sobriety'
Humans gradually learn to communicate with objects rather than people. Perhaps, when it comes to people, we will inevitably grow increasingly indifferent over time.
She had never felt the formation of emotion so clearly and distinctly before, watching it gradually condense into an isolated, concentrated core, embedded in flesh and blood. Inseparable from it, rising and falling with its breath, rising and setting with its day and night.
I didn't used to know what 'sorrow without harm' meant. Now I understand, but I don't know how to explain it to you. So I think I'll just leave it unsaid°. — Annie Baby, 'Mian Kong'
我想，有些事情是可以遗忘的，有些事情是可以记念的。
时间让爱情面目全非。——安妮宝贝《告别薇安》
孤独是空气，呼吸它感受自己的存在。——安妮宝贝
这个城市太冷漠了，没有爱情我们会冻僵，没有永远我们会死亡。
老是需要一些暖和。哪怕是一点点自认为是的纪念。
她说，常常我都会觉得寂寞，虽然我不知道是为什么。她说，我们爱一个人，也许是爱着自己在爱情里面的样子。和爱情的本来面目和那个男人是谁，似乎一点儿关系也没有。她说，我的生活经常丧失一切出路。但那依旧是我的自由。
即使是离开。也是要记挂着彼此的好。——《清醒纪》
人慢慢学会对物沟通，而不是对人，那或许，对人，我们终究是会慢慢淡漠下去的。
她从未这般清楚分明地感受到感情的成形，看到它逐渐凝聚成一枚孤立而集中的内核，嵌入血肉。与之形影不离，与之呼吸存亡，与之起早落夜。
我以前不知道哀而不伤是什么意思。现在明白了，却不知道该如何对你解释。于是想想还是不说了罢°。——安妮宝贝《眠空》
"Sometimes, the absence of one person can make the whole world feel lonely."
"my loneliest moments are those when I cannot see you"
"When no one can engage in a soul-deep conversation"
"The night is quiet, and every breath of silence can evoke a hint of melancholy."
"Loneliness is a happy sorrow, a sweet melancholy, and a warm pain."