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A Serie of Riddles and Answers

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A SERIE OF RIDDLES AND ANSWERS

• All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but
can be heard. Wind
• Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, All day I will follow no matter how
fast you run, Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun. Shadow
• Glittering points that downward thrust, Sparkling spears that never rust. Icicle
• When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I full you with glee.
When old, I am valued more than ever. Wine
• If you break me I do not stop working, If you touch me I may be snared, If
you lose me Nothing will matter. Your heart
• Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have
flown. Time
• I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. Gold
• My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick.
Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. A candle
• What does man love more than life Fear more than death or mortal strife What
the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire, What the
miser spends and the spendthrift saves And all men carry to their graves?
Nothing
• When you went into the woods you got me. You hated me yet you wanted to
find me. You went home with me cause you couldn’t find me. What am I? A
splinter
• It walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three legs in the
evening. What is it? Man
• What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but
never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats? A river.
• At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being
stolen. What are they? The stars
• I am always hungry, I must always be fed, The finger I touch, Will soon turn
red. Fire.
• You heard me before, yet you hear me again, Then I die, ’till you call me again.
An echo
• At the sound of me, men may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me,
women may laugh or sometimes weep. Music
• It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it
lighter. What is it? A hole
• What happens when you throw a yellow rock into a purple stream? It makes a
splash.
• I am no sooner spoken than broken, what am I? Silence
• In marble walls as white as milk, lined with skin as soft as silk, within a
fountain crystal clear, a golden apple does appear. No doors are there to this
stronghold, yet thieves break in to steal the gold. What am I? An egg
• Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when it’s cold In warmth I wear
an emerald glove And in between I dress in gold. A deciduous tree (or just
tree)
• An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail
becomes. What is it? A needle and thread.
• Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die. What am I? Fire.
• The more you take, the more you leave behind. Footsteps
• Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never
thirsty, ever drinking. A fish
• This thing eternally devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites
steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins a town, And beats a high
mountain down. Time
• I go around in circles, But always straight ahead Never complain, No matter
where I am led. Wheel
• The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that
uses it never knows that he’s using it. What is it? A coffin
• What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all
through with it? Charcoal.
• Ripped from my mother’s womb, Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty
killer. What am I? Iron ore

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