Tempus Fugit Memento Mori Meaning Novels & Stories

"To find the Chronosphere, you must answer the question: What is the true essence of time, and how does it shape the memories that define existence?" As we navigated through the temporal currents, we grappled with the profound question. Time wasn't merely a linear progression; it was a web of interconnected moments, each influencing the other in a delicate balance. I whispered to Richard, "Time is the thread that weaves together the tapestry of existence. It's the canvas upon which memories are painted, and it's the force that gives meaning to our journey." Richard's eyes lit up with realization. "And memories are the colors that fill that canvas, each a brushstroke of our experiences and ch

"Mem'ries shall f'rev'r beest in thy mind but t is up to thee and only thee if 't be true thee wouldst still wanteth to keepeth those folk. 'r alloweth those folk vanisheth" What? What does she mean by that? [Memories will forever be in your mind but it is up to you and only you if you would still want to keep them... or let them vanish.] I want to ask what lies beyond those words... but before I even have the chance to ask. "To rememb'r, the hath lost mem'ries, one might not but prepareth thy self to experience teen. For nay marchpanes, art hath called if 't be true there is nay sour "

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world."

I overheard Lilith asking my brother as I push opened our apartment door, “That's a special surprise,” I chuckled, closing the door behind me, “Where is Isaac?” Damon questioned. “He needed to— cool off,” I smirked. “You think this a good idea, to have Max and Isaac burn our memories, there will be no record of us— any of us,” Lilith mumbled. “It's the right to do,” I smiled, staring at her, “Damnatio Memoriae,” she spoke fluent Latin, “What did you say?” “It's Latin— for 'condemnation of memory' it was a punishment the Romans would use to erase the existence of a person,” she explained.

She paused, “Let us forget about yesterday.” Only then did I understand what her ‘payback’ means. She is good at paying her debts but she lacks the ability to share out herself. She is not into helping without gaining something. What a lass! I stared at her waiting gaze, waiting for my delayed reply. What can I say? “Easier said than done,” I finally responded as placed the cup on the table, as if, “In due time, it will fade away.” --in due time, as long as nothing is triggering you to remember, for example, her not existing anymore.

"Who's we and got what?" Laker shrugged as Emrys grabbed his pen, beginning to write and talk at the same time. "Venimus also means, we are coming - especially if you translate each word separately. Nobis means we, sunt are, and adventum coming; if you bunch all of it together, you get venimus. Whoever has been calling Celeste is warning her about their appearance," Dread bit at my racing heart. Could this be that thing that is after me? Why would they warn me about their coming? Why call and not show up unexpectedly?

"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.

"What kind of sacrifice? What does time demand?" Tempora's gaze drifted upwards, towards the very peak of the clock. "Not just any sacrifice, but one of true value. One that embodies the essence of time itself: a moment, a memory, an emotion that's cherished above all." Maris, her voice tinged with worry, whispered, "To align time, one of us has to give up a part of ourselves, a moment we hold dear?" Tempora nodded gravely. "A memory that has shaped you, defined you. It will be absorbed by time, lost to you forever."

I ask my voice barely a whisper. "Yes," Merope says, her gaze narrowing slightly as though she’s choosing her words carefully. "There are places in the mind, Sophia, where time doesn’t behave as it does in the present. The past can be a labyrinth, a tangled mess of emotions, actions, and memories that don’t always follow the path you want them to. You might step into one moment, searching for answers, but find yourself lost in another. And if that happens, it can take everything to get back."

My dad used to say "Nova, if you look closely at those stars you can see your loved ones in them. Remember, I may not always be with you, but my love will always stay with you, just like those stars" I looked closely at the stars and they shined more brightly than before. I smiled remembering my dad's words. No one knew how my parents had died, it was labelled as a mysterious death. A part of me wanted to know the truth, but I feared the truth would be too much to handle. I even stopped visiting their graves because their memories haunted me too much.