The next week (or maybe it was a couple of days) seemed like a blur.

These last weeks the world seemed to be standing still.

To a man who had survived over four and a half centuries, two weeks seemed but a moment.

The time was less, but oh, how long the weeks seemed now, when you just counted the days to your retirement.

The two and a half weeks I had been away from home seemed like years.

Thank God once every six weeks seemed to satisfy him.

In the life of a sick child several weeks can seem like a long time.

After I close a couple of deals, this week will just seem like a bad dream.

But each week seems to bring news of a new scandal.

Sitting around as he did, the weeks seemed to pass very quickly.