And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep…

“A sheet of white extends to the lone dark vertical of the elm tree in the centre ... It is too perfect, to inviolate…

— Haruki Murakami

“Everyday, Jay would sit under a giant elm tree and imagine the adventures his life might bring.”

— Ilchi Lee

“For God's sake, not that elm tree again! 'My elm' this, 'my elm' that, morning, noon, and night... Where are the so called fruits…

— Bandi

“The Elm Log By Alexander Solzhenitsyn We were sawing firewood when we picked up an elm log and gave a cry of amazement. It…

— Alexander Solzhenitsyn

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

— James Russell Lowell

You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.

— Publilius Syrus

If your first Christmas tree is a wilting eucalyptus and if you're normally troubled by heat and sand... then, to have just at the…

— J. R. R. Tolkien

The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried…

— Willie Morris

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia…

— Charles Dickens

Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various…

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind--even the slightest--draws…

— Richard Adams

The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother…

— Charles Dickens

Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to…

— William Allingham

Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers…

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty…

— mary oliver