“We are all eaters of souls.”
James Fitzjames : There is nothing worse than a man who’s lost his joy.
“Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse?”
Fitzjames : Gentlemen, we always feel worse in the darker months.
“All this natural misery,” Dr. Goodsir said suddenly. “Why do you men have to add to it? Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse? Can you answer me that, Mr. Hickey?”
Francis : Keep your pity because you’re going to need all your pity for what’s coming.
“guile was no match for the world and that hubris would always be punished by the gods.”
“The Ice Master was too injured and too exhausted to crawl any farther. Let whatever was going to happen to him happen now and may a Sailor’s God fuck to Hell this fucking thing that was going to eat him.”
Francis : The sacrifice you men are making is worth great reward.
Shipmate : Shooting a man is a lot more fun when you mean to do it.
“In this cold, teeth can shatter after two or three hours—actually explode—sending shrapnel of bone and enamel flying inside the cavern of one’s clenched jaws.”
Sir John : It is my belief that God and winter will find us in safe waters by the end of the year.
“always visibly earnest and hopeful and strident and feminine and eccentric”
“God is our refuge and strength, and ever-prethent help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountainth fall into the heart of the sea, though its waterth roar and foam and the mountains quake with their thurging.”
Dr. Goodsir : Don’t fear it, David, I have been there when souls have passed. A great peace descends.
Francis : Friend. Mother. Lover. All the things they say a ship is to a captain, and they miss what really matters. Confessor. This ship knows everything about me, Thomas.
Francis : I’ll put a bullet in my head before I drink gin.
“Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities.”
“Hobbes’s Leviathan. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”
“Luckily, even as a young man not yet become himself, John Bridgens had two things besides indecision that kept him from self-destruction – books and a sense of irony.”