Tempus Fugit Memento Mori Meaning Novels & Stories

"It is a statue of the job. The function." He circled the statue. On the base, there was an inscription. The letters were Latin, faded but legible. CUSTOS TEMPORIS. NON OMNIS MORIAR. "What does it mean?" Elion asked. "Guardian of Time," Cale translated automatically. "I shall not wholly die." "That sounds... hopeful." "It sounds like a curse," Cale said. "To never wholly die... means to never rest." He looked at the floor behind the statue. There was a slab of stone different from the others. It wasn't marble. It was slate. Dark, rough.

Some unforgettable moments. Some unforgettable moments are the ghosts of the past, haunting us with their beauty, their pain, and their lessons that taught us things that come our way unexpectedly. Not only that, but they are the echoes of our lives, reminding us of where we've been and where we're going. In the words of William Faulkner, "The past is never dead. It's not even past." I felt that to my very core.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Countryside, Lady Morgan's Manor-- 'The troubles of one's mind and the thoughts within the soul bring forth a long-forgotten pain only to be remembered by those who sow the reward. If only time could tell the fate of one's life, how much time would be saved? Destiny, however, laughs in the face of time, mocking its existence for being nothing but a measure that means nothing compared to its counterpart. However long, wherever it may be, the once-forgotten pain along with destiny will turn back to mock your existence before moving to its next victim.'

They had seen what existed before the wound before the murder before the tear that had transformed possibility into pain. Their memories flowed into the memorials foundations giving the structure context it would never have achieved otherwise. The Remembering was not about the Disputeds crime or the gods murder. It was about what had existed. The potential that had been lost. The meaning that had been destroyed. Chancellor Veth's geometric form rotated with awe as he analyzed the memorials' growing meaning-integration. "The structure is becoming self-sustaining, " he reported to Kael. "The memories being contributed are generating meaning faster than the construction requires."

"Temporary meaning. Fleeting purpose. Delusions of permanence in an impermanent universe." "Maybe," I agreed, surprising him. "But temporary meaning is still meaning. Fleeting purpose still matters to those who feel it. We don't need permanence to have value." Marcus/Entropy laughed, the sound like atoms losing cohesion. "Spoken like something that will end. Let me show you what awaits." He touched the temporal web, and every thread went dark. Not cut—drained. Emptied of possibility until only void remained. "This is the ultimate future," he said. "The final timeline. When entropy completes its work, this is all that remains. Nothing. Not even the potential for something."

I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body. Memento Mori which meant, in Latin, remember that you will die. That was the embodiment of Eiecrunt. Live fast and hard. Enjoy every waking moment you had because one day it could all cease to be. It showed me that I was lucky to get out of the hell I was in. Escape my fate time and time again. All because I wanted to live. Wanted to feel more. One day I would die and hopefully, my mates would be by my side. "I love it!" Adelia exclaimed beside me, her breath reeking of Alcohol. I giggled and Teagan leaned over to take hers.

I screamed while crying and looking at him dead in my arms. I cried so loud and hard like a beast roaring in the middle of the thunder because of the loved one who passed away, but the most painful thing is I am the reason why he passed away. I killed him and I am so stupid in what I have done. I cried so hard with pain and regret while remembering the love that we built, and it is like a movie playing backward that is crushing me into pieces. That is adding up to my sorrow. The trust that he gave, the life that he shared with me makes me feel regret. The happy moments with him, the ice cream at the park, the hello kitty that he bought for me, the making love inside my room, his hugs and kis

“Jeoff, these are memories. We need to document it.” “What would you do with those memories, it will be gone soon. It will part of the past and never going to happen again.” Ouch. Yeah. That’s the sad part of it. Reason why there is a statement, Live within the moment. Cherish the moment you have right now. “Why are you acting so bitter? Memories is not about it will no longer to happened, Jeoff. It was a remembrance that you live on that particular time. At least you got something to look at to remember the real feeling, you feel on that moment.”

"I will see you soon, hope you like my gift yesterday? Take care of yourself, I will be back" he said leaving the room. His words echo in my head as I sat staring at the place he stood seconds ago like he was never here. *** Gideon's POV The time I wanted to spend with Grace was ruined and I had to bid her a hurried goodbye. "If anything happens, call me immediately" I instructed the men I placed by the door like I always do. Today started on a good note but now I'm scowling as I make my way back to my office.

Adrian's voice was slightly above a tale," Flora, if there is indeed a bit of you that remembers the love we participated please, let's not let that be lost to our regrets." Flora's reply, calculated and rueful, was spoken gently," I wish I could believe in that love, Adrian, but every memory is a two- edged brand. The warmth of your arms is tainted ever by the cold wave of your abandonment.". Marissa soughed, “ perhaps that’s what makes stopgap so bittersweet — it’s both a pledge and a memorial of all we’ve lost. But occasionally, indeed a hint can light the way through the darkest night. ”