Classic Riddles

A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade. What am I?

A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade. What am I? Read More »

I’m sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? I’m sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I’m sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown. What am I? Read More »

Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. What am I?

Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. What am I? Read More »

It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it’s both bane and boon…One empty, and one full. What am I?

It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it’s both bane and boon…One empty, and one full. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it’s both bane and boon…One empty, and one full. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it’s both bane and boon…One empty, and one full. What am I? Read More »

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