A Quote by Babe Didrikson Zaharias

I couldn't hit an elephant's ass with a bull fiddle. — © Babe Didrikson Zaharias
I couldn't hit an elephant's ass with a bull fiddle.
When the bull's-eye becomes as big in your mind as an elephant, you are sure to hit it.
The Bible is like a bull fiddle, you can play almost any tune you want on it.
My wife loves elephants and compares me to a big bull elephant.
In fighting a bull you're always aware of a paradox concerning your perceptions of the bull. On the one hand it's your perceptions of the bull that give you the upper hand. You read the bull, you learn to read the bull more and more accurately, and this reading of the bull is how you deploy your intelligence against the bull's intelligence. Your accuracy in reading the bull is a weapon, maybe your most important weapon, against all the bull's weapons. On the other hand, you're human, you have the human tendency to read into the bull things which may not actually be there.
We used to have a bull. A real bull. At that time, Jennifer Lopez was my neighbor. God bless her, she took it. But other neighbors did not like it, that we have a bull.
They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist...
I can get a great look at a t-bone steak by shoving my head up a bull's ass but I'd rather take the butchers word for it.
For example, after developing a sound similar to an elephant trumpeting, I wrote the song Elephant Talk which gave my elephant sound an appropriate place to live.
One time he (Cool Papa Bell) hit a line drive right past my ear. I turned around and saw the ball hit his ass sliding into second.
But as the work proceeded I was continually reminded of the fable about the elephant and the tortoise. Having constructed an elephant upon which the mathematical world could rest, I found the elephant tottering, and proceeded to construct a tortoise to keep the elephant from falling. But the tortoise was not more secure than the elephant, and after some twenty years of very arduous toil, I came to the conclusion that there was nothing more that I could do in the way of making mathematical knowledge indubitable.
Those who refuse to play second fiddle may wind up playing no fiddle at all.
This is a fantasy fiddle tune. The part you fantasize is the fiddle.
I'm going to write a book someday and the title will be I'm an Ass, You're an Ass. That's the most liberating, wonderful thing in the world, when you openly admit you're an ass. It's wonderful. When people tell me, You're wrong I say, What can you expect of an ass?
When that fire hit your ass, it will sober your ass up quick! I saw something, I went, Well, that's a pretty blue. You know what? That looks like... FIRE! Fire is inspirational. They should use it in the Olympics, because I ran the 100 in 4.3.
Aim for the high mark and you will hit it. No, not the first time, not the second time and maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect. Finally you'll hit the bull's-eye of success.
The Democrats planned to fiddle while Rome burned. The Republicans were going to burn Rome, then fiddle.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!