A Quote by Walter Scott

Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever'd the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.
If you don't have a plan, days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, months turn into years, and before you know it you're looking back saying, I should've had a plan.
The greatest victory anyone can taste is the daily challenge to outrun those fears that you vanquished... days, weeks, months past.
For so long, the model for writing has been, you sit in a room alone for a number of days or weeks or months or years and figure it out. But now, you don't have to do that; you don't have to be alone in the room anymore.
The problem with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than their minds.
The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.
Can that which has cost the artist days, weeks, months and even years of reflection be understood in a flash by a dilettante?
It's like this: The time between having an idea and its public launch is measured in days not months, weeks not years.
Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.
Days, weeks, months, years," said the boy. "Minutes and hours and seconds. I don't know about any of those things.
Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments. You must experience each one before you can appreciate it.
When you want to be a fighter, you have to give it everything you got. MMA just became who I am because of the amount of work I was putting into my training. It all starts in the gym. The hours turn into days, days into weeks, and weeks into months; it's like school - the more time you spend learning, the better you'll be prepared for a test.
Oh! how the hours hasten to change into days, the days into months, the months into years, and those into life's annihilation!
Character is built little by little, over days, weeks, months, and years, with thousands of small and seemingly insignificant acts of discipline.
Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothing.
I remember when I was very young, I had a fever - a long rheumatic fever in bed for four months. And in the days, I stayed alone with the maid. I only had my father's books with me. They were fantasy books about ghosts, and also books by Edgar Allen Poe that made a forever impression on me.
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