Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets Quotes

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You try getting any sympathy when you tell your best friends how much the self-avowed sadist broke your heart, how much pain she put you through. — Ivan E. Coyote to --------, 2004 (age 35)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

…when something is gone but not forgotten, melancholy must linger on, especially when the dreamer does not want to forget. —Robert Kroetsch to Martann -------, 1947 (age 20)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

This skin cripples me. It always has. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importance to me, you could not be the last. — Gwendolyn MacEwen to Milton Acorn, 1963 (age 21)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

There's something I want to say in this space, but it's an emptiness where there's usually a hug. — Colin Morton to Mary Lee Bragg, 1972

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

We don't know what it's like not to be in love with you. We loved you the moment you looked at us, held our hand, danced dirty, kissed us. We were lost in you way before we even met, before the thought crossed your mind that you were bored and we wer...

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

Sincerity like this staggers me; I've seen too little and too much of it one way and another; I've valued it so highly that when someone hands it to me as directly as you have, I'm not sure whether I should jump for joy or burst into tears. — Gwend...

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

You do not set a high enough value on yourself if you think a man who loves you should not weave you into the fabric of his life with every thread. — Robert Service to Constance MacLean, 1903 (age 28)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets