“Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was. “Rose.
“It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me, it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.” Rose.
“I love you, Jack… I’m so cold… I can’t feel my body.” Rose.
“A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.” Rose. “But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me in every way that a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.” Rose.
“Paint me like one of your French girls.” Rose.
“Jack… Mister Dawson, it’s been a pleasure. I’ve sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.” Rose.
“You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.” Rose.
“I’m through being polite, goddammit! Now, take me down!” Rose.
“I felt like I was standing at a great masterpiece, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed.” Rose.
“When the ship docks, I’m getting off with you.” Rose.
“Six… out of fifteen-hundred. Afterward, the seven-hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait… wait to die… wait to live… wait for an absolution… that would never come.” Rose.
“I’m flying, Jack!” Rose.
“Staring up at the sky, look. It’s so beautiful. So vast and endless. They’re so small. My crowd, they think they’re giants. They are not even dust in God’s eyes. “Rose.
