Classic Riddles

I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held. What am I?

I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held. What am I? Read More »

Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest. What are we?

Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest. What are we?

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Can you solve this riddle? Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest. What are we? Click to find out the answer!

Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest. What are we? Read More »

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I?

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I? Read More »

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I? Read More »

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