“It was just as well dying was not easy. If it were, women and men would choose it oh so often, in each blinding rush of fresh pain. Instead we soldier through, thralls to that irrational master who bids us 'live,' clinging to the hope of waking to a brighter dawn. [Lydia Gisborne Robinson]” Dying Book:Brontë’s Mistress Source: Brontë’s Mistress