Quote by David Bowie

...And these childrenthat you spit onas they try to change their worldsare immune to your consultations.They're quite awareof what they're going through...

...And these childrenthat you spit onas they try to change t

Summary

This quote, most notably from David Bowie's song "Changes," speaks to the resilience and determination of young individuals who are attempting to bring about transformative change. It suggests that these children are undeterred by the criticisms and dismissals of older generations, as they possess a deep understanding of the challenges they face. They are not seeking reassurances or guidance from others because they are fully aware of the difficulties they encounter. The quote highlights the empowering nature of self-awareness and the ability of young people to navigate their own path despite societal resistance.

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By David Bowie

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