In 1900, a young widow finds her seaside cottage is haunted...and forms a unique relationship with the ghost.

Captain Daniel Gregg: You must make your own life amongst the living and, whether you meet fair winds or foul, find your own way to harbor in the end.
Lucy Muir: I'm sorry. It's very kind of you to want me back, but I'm going to stay. I'll manage somehow; so, please be good enough to shove off.
Lucy Muir: You can be much more alone with other people than you are by yourself, even if it's people you love. That sounds all mixed up, doesn't it?
Lucy Muir: [referring to her romance with Miles Fairley] You, yourself, said I should mix with people, that I should see... men.
Captain Gregg: I said men, not perfumed parlor snakes!
Captain Gregg: [discussing Mr. Fairley] And the way he was smirking at you, like a cat in the fishmonger's! You should have slapped his face!
Lucy Muir: Why? I found him... rather charming!
Captain Gregg: "Rather charming!" Now you're starting to talk like him!
Lucy Muir: How in blazes do you want me to talk?
Captain Gregg: That's better!
Captain Gregg: Confound it, madam, my language is most controlled. And as for me morals, I lived a man 's life and I'm not ashamed of it; and, I can assure you no woman's ever been the worse for knowing me - and I'd like to know how many mealy-mouthed bluenoses can say the same.
Lucy Muir: You've been watching me bathe.
Miles Fairley: But always from a respectable distance.
Anna Muir as an Adult: You know my weakness for sailormen.
Lucy Muir: Well, it's the first I've heard of it.
Anna Muir as an Adult: Oh, it's a lifelong vice.
Captain Gregg: My dear, never let anyone tell you to be ashamed of your figure!
Lucy Muir: Why does he haunt? Was he murdered?
Mr. Coombe: No. He committed suicide.
Lucy Muir: [gasps] I wonder why?
Mr. Coombe: To save someone the trouble of assassinating him, no doubt!
Mr. Coombe: In my opinion, you are the most obstinate young woman I have ever met!
Lucy Muir: Thank you, Mr. Coombe. I've always wanted to be considered obstinate!
Captain Daniel Gregg: [to the man entering their train compartment] CHEER OFF, YOU BLASTED MUD TURTLE! There's NO ROOM!
Man Ordered Out of Train Compartment by Captain: I beg your pardon, madam!
Lucy Muir: I don't know anything about the sea, except that it is romantic.
Captain Gregg: Hmm. That's what all landsmen think. Seamen know better.
Lucy Muir: Then why do they go to sea?
Captain Gregg: Because they haven't the sense to stay ashore.
Captain Daniel Gregg: I was young, but I was never foolish. Inexperienced, perhaps. Curious, as young men are. Eager for adventure. I matured early.
Miles Fairley: [regarding a downpour] It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time.
Captain Daniel Gregg: Women named Lucy are always being imposed upon but, Lucia, there's a name for a amazon, for a queen.
Lucy Muir: He took me unaware!
Captain Gregg: [laughs] My dear, since Eve picked the apple, no woman 's ever been taken entirely unawares.
Lucy Muir: I'm expecting Mr. Fairley. We're having a picnic.
Martha Huggins: [dismissively] You mean he is.
Anna Muir as an Adult: Perhaps, he did come back and talk to us? Wouldn't it be wonderful if he had? Then you'd have something - you know what I mean - to look back on with happiness.
Sproule - London Publisher: Bless my soul, madam, I've got to publish this bilge in order to stay in business, but I don't have to read it.
Lucy Muir: It's no crime to be alive!
Captain Gregg: No, my dear, sometimes it's a great inconvenience. The living can be hurt.
Captain Daniel Gregg: It's my experience that women will do anything for money.
Lucy Muir: [to the ghost of Captain Gregg] You'll... you'll forgive me if I... if I take a moment to get accustomed to you.
Lucy Muir: I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.
Captain Gregg: If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts!
Eva, Sister-in-law: [of the Captain's portrait] And what a hideous painting!
Captain Gregg: [inaudible to her] Anyone with a face like yours, madam, should steer clear of expressing such opinions!
Captain Gregg: Blasted women. *Always* make trouble when you allow one aboard...
Lucy Muir: This is he 20th century. We must rid ourselves of the old fetishes and taboos.
Captain Daniel Gregg: Come back here, you blasted grampus!