Irina Abramovich

My life with Roman was not the fairytale that the papers reported.

We were afraid of attempts of kidnapping.

We went to theatres and museums with a crowd of bodyguards.

I was loved dearly by my father but I was never so precious that he didn’t think that I could be in there right at the table.

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we’d give blood.

Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way.

Dont ever get it twisted, me, Kourtney and Khloe are GOOD! ALWAYS!!!! Never question that!

You have to love your children unselfishly. That is hard. But it is the only way.

When your children arrive, your heart becomes a room with wide open windows.

I learned more from my mother than from all the art historians and curators who have informed me about technical aspects of art history and art appreciation over the years.

What will your children be teaching your grandchildren?

Once I became a mother I knew that I was strong, but not ready to do what I’m doing now

My daughter hasn’t seen me with anybody in five years. I’m very, very selective when it comes to that because I want to make sure that it’s real. I don’t want her to see me with just anybody because she means everything to me.

The pressures of being a parent are equal to any pressure on earth. To be a conscious parent, and really look to that little being’s mental and physical health is a responsibility which most of us, including me, avoid most of the time, because it’s too hard…To put it loosely, the reason why kids are crazy is because nobody can face the responsibility of bringing them up…

My father died in 1960. He was an intellectual. . . . She made the money and he read a lot. He wasn’t successful or ambitious. He spoke lots of languages. There were times that kids said to me, ‘What does your father do?’ and I had to make something up because I actually didn’t know what he did.

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.

There was a lot of charm in just living in a big family compound of a house. My two uncles, who were into jazz, lived in the basement, and one of them, Uncle Peter, taught me my first songs on the ukulele.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.