Israel Kamakawiwo'ole Quotes

I'm not surprised by hardly anything anymore.

Nothing amazes me anymore.

Nothing, for the most part, surprises me anymore.

I was never, ever the ingenue. The young, innocent lead was just not me.

I've been around a long time. I've seen it all before.

I am not cynical. I am just old. I know what is going to happen next.

She wasn't as naive and innocent as she was in the first season.

I find older men more attractive than boys. I need a man who can teach me a thing or two.

People often yearn back to more innocent times, but more and more, as I get older, I find myself hankering after more jaded days.

Perhaps the biggest myth about cynicism is that it deepens with age. I think what really happens is that experience painfully rips away layers of scales from our eyes, and so we do indeed become more cynical about many of the things we naively accepted when younger.

Nothing surprises me. One thing I don't ever have in my world is surprise.

I'm a fairly worldly guy.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

This is what old guys do. They get dark and pessimistic.

I don't want to become a jaded person, and I don't want to be complacent.

I'm not naive.

I've been around the block.

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything

One of the key emotions a lot of people seem to be feeling is disillusionment, and what I try to do as a lyricist is touch on these emotions.

I know every side of the industry after all these years.

I don't hope for anything. Not only in my professional life, but in my family life also. My total lifestyle is like that.

She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

Cynicism is a sorry kind of wisdom.