Fast forward a few years and the times feel remarkably similar.

Sarkozy's five years in power have felt like a hundred.

Sixteen years old, and the first time I'd ever felt qualified for anything.

For the two years since Sully died he hadn't felt much of anything.

"But last year, when I had a warm winter, nobody felt sorry for me."

Another year, another five years, and they might not feel the same about each other.

But those who have been watching the process all these years feel confident that this time, finally, the deal will go through.

For many students, the last year or two of high school feel like a waste.

All these years, she'd felt bad about being sent away.

A thousand years, and he felt no more powerful in my head than a vampire half his age.