A Quote by Walter Johnson

You can't hit what you can't see; I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee! — © Walter Johnson
You can't hit what you can't see; I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee!
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I used to watch old clips of Muhammad Ali, where he'd be talking the jive during interviews, you know, 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, rumble, man, rumble.'
I would say things like 'I am the greatest! I'm pretty! If you talk jive, you'll drop in five! I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! I'm pretty!' When white people heard me talking like this, some said, 'That black man talks too much. He's bragging.'
We gon' float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. AH! Rumble, young man rumble! AH!
Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.
Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs. Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse.
I sting like a butterfly and punch like a flea.
Now I’m floating like a butterfly Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes I went from zero, to my own hero
Read like a butterfly, write like a bee.
The role of third parties is to sting like a bee, then die.
When a bee stings, she dies. She cannot sting and live. When men sting, their better selves die. Every sting kills a better instinct. Men must not turn bees and kill themselves in stinging others.
Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.
I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.
It is the goodly outside that sin puts on which tempteth to destruction. It has been said that sin is like the bee, with honey in its mouth, but a sting in its tail.
The apocalypse is now! Americans know this, that the only hope is the flying saucers. Do you know how I see the world? Like a person who is dying. It's a worm who is dying to make a butterfly. We must not stop the worm from dying, we must help the worm to die to help the butterfly to be born. We need to dance with death. This world is dying, but very well. We will make a big, big enormous butterfly. You and I will be the first movements in the wings of the butterfly because we are speaking like this.
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