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“Anything of any sort can be deemed 'unsinkable'—unbendable, unbreakable, evenâ€�'til the day so comes when it sinks, breaks, and bends. Titanic is no different.”
― Giselle Beaumont, On the Edge of Daylight: A Novel of the Titanic

“She felt her lips spread into a smile as she was greeted by what she could only assume was an angel.”
― Charlotte Anne Hamilton, The Breath Between Waves

“How those poor souls people crammed themselves into the lifeboats, all classes mixed together I shall never know. I experienced something similar in the Opera House last Tuesday evening, though at least we were dry. Poor Mr Ismay; I hear he weeps at the mere sight of an ice cube”
― A.J.West, The Spirit Engineer

“Norris met another survivor on board who told him that he had been bringing home a prized dog on the Titanic and had gone to the kennels and released all the dogs a half hour before the ship went under. Norris described to him how when he was swimming away from the sinking liner he had spied the black face of a French bulldog in the water.”
― Hugh Brewster, Gilded Lives, Fatal Voyage: The Titanic's First-Class Passengers and Their World

“A larger share of the answer to the question why the Titanic still arouses so much interest, however, may lie in the position that the Titanic held in the world of 1912. The Titanic was not simply a means of conveying people from a place they wished to leave to a place they wanted to be, as is the case with most modern ships. It was a floating symbol of status, almost a materialized article of social faith. Its owners had succeeded admirably in establishing it as a symbol of safety, luxury, exclusiveness, and social privilege. This world was smashed in an evening, indeed, in a matter of hours. The watertight compartments which the owners had puffed so extensively turned out to be worthless. The pride of twentieth-century technology floundered and plunged like the weakest seventeenth-century pink. Millionaires and immigrants from the third-class shared the common experience of death. Death, it was suddenly recognized, could strike down a Rothschild or a Guggenheim as quickly as it could a stoker. All in all, the sinking of the Titanic was a demonstration of man’s fate in microcosm.”
― Jack Winocour, The Story of the Titanic As Told by Its Survivors

“The Titanic disaster combined the inevitability of a Greek tragedy with the ominous warning of the medieval morality play. it marked the end of an era, and with the Titanic sank the snugness and smugness of the Edwardian illusion that there were no limits to man’s ingenuity and progress. In place of this hard-lost illusion came the harsh recognition of the onset of the age of insecurity, of which the Titanic offered the first forebodings. The Titanic disaster marks a partition in human history, and for this reason, in addition to its essential drama, it will always arouse interest as a tragedy of historic and epic magnitude.”
― Jack Winocour, The Story of the Titanic As Told by Its Survivors

“It is related that on the night of the disaster, right up to the time of the Titanic’s sinking, while the band grouped outside the gymnasium doors played with such supreme courage in face of the water which rose foot by foot before their eyes, the instructor was on duty inside, with passengers on the bicycles and the rowing-machines, still assisting and encouraging to the last. Along with the bandsmen it is fitting that his name, which I do not think has yet been put on record—it is McCawley —should have a place in the honorable list of those who did their duty faithfully to the ship and the line they served.”
― Jack Winocour, The Story of the Titanic As Told by Its Survivors

“â€� yet a little colder, gray sky deepening into haziness as evening fell, making the water look like molten silver as it caught the soft beams of a misty moon. A soothing peace and an ever increasing chill set in that drove one indoors, an excuse for bed and a good book. I slipped out on deck, my nightly custom before retiring, for a few moments alone with my thoughts. It was all so quiet, but how penetratingly cold it had become! Little wisps of mist like tiny fairies wafted gently inboard from the sea and left my face clammy. I shivered. It was indeed a night for bed, warmth and cozy thoughts of home and firesides.”
― Violet Jessop, Titanic Survivor: The Newly Discovered Memoirs of Violet Jessop Who Survived Both the Titanic and Britannic Disasters

“An Ode to The Occupants of The Titan Sub

In the depths where everything is dark,

Nothing exists and one tends to lose every mark,

Of the reality that lies above,

And the memories of the ones you love,

Appear to float by like voluptuous sirens,

And you think of the benevolent Titans,

Then as the pressure mounts you hear a creaking sound,

Slowly building up inside the hollow chamber where now only fear does abound,

Then as your heart races and it does frantically pound,

You feel you are to an unknown and impending doom bound,

And you summon all your Gods in the form of your fears,

And you gauge the ferocity of all the snares,

Building from above, bottom, left and right,

It is then you hold your equally fearful companion’s hand tight,

And you remember all that you loved and those you still love,

But they are far up and above, and you are here in the abyss now,

Where darkness spreads endlessly and the creaking sound becomes louder,

And all of a sudden you feel you are hit by a titanic sized aqueous boulder,

Everything implodes, but only your heart and your memories explode,

As they surface on the horizon of perception and your loved ones rush to the abode,

Of the Gods where castles of prayers are erected,

Prayers rising from the heart that gods have not defected,

There they rush, and implore,

But the Titans become quieter and they think Gods too ignore,

The cries of the lamenting and remorseful heart,

But little do they know praying is not an art,

It is a feeling sublime and serene that arises from within,

And when expressed with sincerity in the universe its resonance does deepen,

And then Gods respond with care,

And they always say, “darling, there is nothing to fear.�

This sounds assuaging for many reasons, known and unknown,

And your kin and kith experience the familiarity in these consolations offered by the unknown,

And to the five departed adventurers of the deep sea,

I hope in their Heavenward journey, now they shall new wonders see,

And be the part of a greater adventure,

That I call the God’s enterprising venture,

As for the wonder of the abyss,

There shall always be someone who for its thrill would miss,

Anything and everything else,

Because if he/she doesn't, then he/she will be someone else,

That is why they dare to take on the Gods of the dark and deep,

Because human passion is something that into the soul does seep,

And unless tasted and confronted, this adventurer residing within the soul does not let him/her to sleep,

So let me wish the 5 adventurers all the best on their new journey,

Where there is no need for submersibles for in that world one attains natural buoyancy, and this too is one hell of a journey!

As for those woe struck loved ones still residing in the realm of gravity,

I hope they find assuaging moments in their thoughtful proclivity,

Where they notice the universe flowing through their departed and loved one,

Because every adventure is an expression of belief in love for someone,

That someone who does not fear the abyss,

That someone who dares to be the one, and never miss,

The adventures that await him/her in those unknown realms,

Where even the Titans sometimes bear signs of qualms,

There let us go and seek the knowledge that awaits to reveal itself,

Only if the adventurer believes in himself/herself,

And I think that is where all 5 adventurers can always be found,

In the realm of the Titans where knowledge does abound, where knowledge does abound!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The Titan's Fall by Stewart Stafford

Colossus ship of the Titans,
Flames of Tartarus in its belly,
Unsinkable beneath the stars,
Champagne popped too soon.

In infinite glacial hubris,
Collided with its own ambition,
Immortal Gordian Knot slashed,
And freezing death crept aboard.

Cantering up Scotland Road,
Trojan Seahorse's Achilles' Heel,
Solitary children drowning,
In heartbroken submersion.

The River Styx fell silent,
But for whimpered prayers.
As Charon's boat of death,
Ferried them to Hades.

The tangled Medusan wreckage,
Once a great wonder of the earth,
Plunged into an underworld abyss -
A terrible beauty on the seabed nests.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford