The Riddle game's origins have been lost to antiquity. Once upon it was a most serious
I am taken from a
mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am
used by almost everybody. What am I?
What goes round the
house and in the house but never touches the house?
What is it that you
can keep after giving it to someone else?
What walks all day
on its head?
What gets wet when
What comes once in a
minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What is round as a
dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
There were five men
going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran got wet and the one
that stood still stayed dry. Tell me why?
The more you take,
the more you leave behind. What are they?
He who has it
doesn't tell it. He who takes it doesn't know it. He who knows it doesn't want
it. What is it?
Brothers and sisters
have I none but that man's father is my father's son. Who am I?
Who spends the day
at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
I bind it and it
walks. I loose it and it stops. What is it?
What goes round and
round the wood but never goes into the wood?
I went to the city,
I stopped there, I never went there, and I came back again. Who am I?
I have a little
house in which I live all alone. It has no doors or windows, and if I want to go
out I must break through the wall. Tell me why?
Scarcely was the
father in this world when the son could be found sitting on the roof. How?
There are four
brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs and never
wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always
thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good. Who are they?
A cloud was my
mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the
fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and
I'm the torment of man. Who am I?
Poke your fingers in
my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy
lust devours them all. Who am I?
What is that which
goes with a carriage, comes with a carriage, is of no use to a carriage, and yet
the carriage cannot go without it?
It stands on one leg
with its heart in its head. What is it?
It's been around for
millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it?
A white dove flew
down by the castle. Along came a king and picked it up handless, ate it up
toothless, and carried it away wingless.
As I went across the
bridge, I met a man with a load of wood which was neither straight nor crooked.
What kind of wood was it?
What belongs to you
but others use it more than you do?
What goes up the
chimney down, but can't go down the chimney up?
What is is that you
will break even when you name it?
What fastens two
people yet touches only one?
What is it the more
you take away the larger it becomes?
I am the beginning
of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet
I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may
find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness. Who am I?
What is put on a
table, cut, but never eaten?
Who are the two
brothers who live on opposite sides of the road yet never see each other?
What holds water yet
is full of holes?
Though it is not an
ox, it has horns; though it is not an ass, it has a pack-saddle; and wherever it
goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?
Lives without a
body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives
A hundred-year-old man and his head one night old. Who is he? ANSWER
What goes into the
water red and comes out black?
What goes into the
water black and comes out red?
When one does not
know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is, then it is