Nigella Lawson Quotes

There's something about losing friends, particularly young people, where it's not something that you get over. I don't believe there's a healing process.

When my mother died, I had to go on air that night and do jokes.

But there, everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for the funeral expenses.

When you lose a parent, it's a strange feeling. It's a hard thing to get used to.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

Seeing death is not as difficult as you might think. What's harder is to see people suffer. It's the people the dead left behind that get to you.

Later, my father died up in Marysville. So, my mother and I got in the car and came down to Hollywood.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.

We die as often as we lose a friend.

Nobody can prepare you for the loss of a parent.

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.

I started doing a Twitter feed when my father was dying. I was very distracted, preoccupied. It was upsetting.

IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.