Anthony Carrigan Quotes

I didn't get to experience proper autumn until I was eighteen and heading off to college on the East Coast!

Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.

That's a lot of words about the weather, but in Canberra you can't help but be aware of the seasons, and there is something wonderful about that. Okay, so there's a distinct lack of beach, but aside from that, the place grows on you.

I was born and raised in Los Angeles. I split my time between the West Coast and the East.

Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and gold and crimson, and all the lassitudes of August have seeped out of your blood, and you are full of ambition. It is a wonderful time to begin anything at all.

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.

I grew up in Chicago, and there was always snow. In Los Angeles there never was, so we would always import snow!

I've experienced, in general, in New York, people cut to the chase a little more, and they're a little bit more straightforward. In L.A. I've experienced more wishy-washiness. I will say, though, that the people that are actually from L.A. - like, born and raised in L.A. - are the real nice and genuine people.

There is one thing I do miss in L.A. I love autumn.

I really missed the East Coast. I love living in Hawaii, but I miss the changing of seasons.

Autumn is much redder in North America and east Asia than it is in northern Europe, and this can't be explained by temperature differences alone. These areas also have a greater proportion of ancient tree lineages surviving: trees have gone extinct at a higher rate in Europe compared with those other areas.

I love L.A. You definitely can't beat the weather, and being close to the beach is nice. It's a good town.

Every little pocket of Los Angeles County is almost like its own state. It has its own way of being and own way of feeling, and parts of it feel like the Midwest, and parts of it feel like the East Coast. It's a rich tapestry.

New York is kind of like L.A. If I walk around, not everyone is going to notice me because not everyone watches football, especially in New York. But I feel like everyone in Jersey is a Jets fan, and I always get recognized here.

Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.

October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.