Novel & Cerita Tempus Fugit Memento Mori Meaning

I smiled bitterly in my heart, 'Maybe this is the best path given to us. On this earth, nothing lasts forever. All will disappear over time. Only memories make everything feel alive. And while we still have the opportunity with our closest time, then take advantage of it. For all is in vain when it is not in time!'

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

he added. My throat tightened. "What kind of cost...?" I asked, even though I already had a hunch what it was. I saw how Lucretius hesitated only for a second before he smiled bitterly. "My memories..." He let out a bitter scoff. "I do not carry them freely." I frowned slightly. "What does that mean?" I asked further. I already knew the answer, but I just needed his confirmation. His gaze softened. "They only return..." he murmured, "only when it matters most." His eyes held mine when he paused. "Only when I am about to lose you."

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

The city seems to invite you to experience its centuries-old history. "I will!" Memorable noticed that a beautiful parishioner came to the Church of the Holy sepulchre, and she reminded Memorable of Sophia. He remembered how happy they had been, and how suddenly they had lost everything. Memorable, like Sophia, loved to imagine their future and their death. Memorable is very sorry that they will not realize their dreams since they broke up. But he would not forget what she had said about the end of the world:

** Tempus Summatum - drifter of time. One who can manipulate time. One who glides on the sands of time. When I had come back into consciousness, Aza explained to me - to us - what tempus summatum was; Sajida had left right when I passed out. Silently, like a cold, bitter wind pushing through.

I open my eyes and meet his gaze. We are standing on the edge of a life we have not earned yet, and time is dangling it like bait. Mercy’s voice cuts through the air, calm but edged. “Do not chase the future,” she says without looking at either of us. “It’s how time teaches you to beg.” Thomas doesn’t look away from me. “I’m not begging,” he says softly. “I’m remembering.” Mercy turns then, eyes sharp. “Same trap, different word.”

"I got it after my mother died to remind myself that I could survive anything." My fingers traced the detailed feathers. "It's beautiful." "Keep going." His voice had gone rougher. "I like your hands on me." I moved to the Latin phrase on his ribs. "Memento mori. Remember you must die." "A reminder that life is finite. That revenge isn't worth wasting the time I have." He caught my hand. "I got that one after the warehouse fire. When I realized I'd almost died chasing ghosts." "But you're still chasing them."

N'DJAMENA, CHAD. "Treasure what you have, time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grief, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, Time is Eternity. For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realize that it is too late. Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life."

“I’ve never really looked at you this way. But now, it’s all starting to make sense. The date on your forearm…” I let my gaze drift lower, tracing the sharp lines of his torso. There were other tattoos scattered across his skin—fragments of a story only he knew. A Latin phrase curved along his collarbone, the ink bold and deliberate, “Memento Mori”—remember you must die. “Hayden?” He whimpered in his sleep. And groaned. I lifted my gaze to his face. Hayden whimpered softly, tossing in his sleep. Tears ran down his temples. Pain was written all over his face, frozen somewhere beneath a nightmare and a cursed reality he couldn’t escape from.