Christoph Waltz Quotes

I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

I love fall! Fall is, like, one of my favorite seasons.

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.

Autumn truly is what summer pretends to be: the best of all seasons. It is as glorious as summer is tedious; as subtle as summer is obvious; as refreshing as summer is wearying. Autumn seems like paradise.

I love September, especially when we're in it.

The fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors. The sun is out, you get warmth on your skin but there's the coolness of the breeze. It's really comfortable.

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

I love all the holidays and getting to see my family a lot during the fall. I also love the weather and getting to wear sweaters and jackets.

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

My favourite season is autumn, and I love walking through woods.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.

I never used to get homesick when I first moved to L.A.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

Fall is my favorite my time of the year. I love it. I'll try and make it back to Vancouver a bunch. I love going back home for that. Everything turns orange. You start to get out of summer, start making your way into the winter, everyone is wearing jackets. Vancouver lights up in the fall, so I definitely go back there for a bit.

California is always in my mind.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Yeah, I think there are a lot of things about Cleveland that I miss. Los Angeles is a funny place to live.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

Halloween simply has a special feel about it. School is back, everyone is settled into their routines following summer, and there is pumpkin spice everywhere.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow, signaling the later days of autumn.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

Autumn is full of leave-taking.