Riddle:
You can hear me and feel me but you can't see me or smell me, yet everyone has a taste in me. I can be created, but after that only remembered. What am I?
Riddle:
I make babies look smart, I make you look dumb, I make your phone work, I stop you from freezing and I can make you president. Can you solve the riddle?
Answer: The answer is no because the question was 'Can you solve the riddle?'
Riddle:
Looking for something? Open me. I'm sure that something inside of me lies. Of course, you can always find hope in me (Though despair must come first; and later, surprise), What's sought, though, depends on the seeker - One looks for bobbin; another, for beaker; Others, for nature; still others, for nurture - The quarry will vary from searcher to searcher. And yet (I suspect this will strike you as strange), My contents are set and will not ever change. If you cannot still guess what I mean, here's a clue: The answer - what I mean - lies inside of me, too. What am I?