Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
No! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved;
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. [ William Shakespeare ]

Learn to hold thy tongue. Five words cost Zacharias forty weeks silence. [ Fuller ]

There are decades where nothing happens, and there are weeks where decades happen.

Be work by day, guests at eve, weeks of toil, festive days of joy, the magic spell for thy future. [ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ]

After a man has sown his wild oats in the years of his youth, he has still every year to get over a few weeks and days of folly. [ Richter ]