Riddle:
Three eye's have I, all in a row. When red, all freeze.
What am I?
Answer: A stoplight.
Riddle:
Two of me become one, a union so true. I am transparent and pure, a liquid so clear. Quenching thirst, a gift without fear. What am I?
Answer: A water drop.
Riddle:
My first is a part of the day,
My last a conductor of light,
My whole to take measure of time,
Is useful by day and by night.
What am I?
Answer: An Hour-glass.
Riddle:
My host thinks I'm an irritation, a bother, a pain. But he can't evict me, so here I will remain. Then one day I'm taken and ranked among my peers. Can you guess just what I am? Then you might call me dear.
Answer: I am a Pearl.
Riddle:
I'm alive and I die. When cut, I bleed I do not fear the seasons. I make my home above yet below the land. I'm a friend to man and beastie, yet hunted by both. My bones are always within sight.
What am I?
Answer: A Tree.
Riddle:
I can bring power, money, connections, repute, and admiration, but I'm useless in the face of love and friendship. Treat others with me, and you'll avoid heartbreak, but you'll also gain endless loneliness. What am I?
Answer: Disguise.
Riddle:
Start at one and add one forever; I grow but never end. What am I?
Answer: Infinity.
It’s the process of counting: start at 1, then keep adding 1—2, 3, 4, and so on—without stopping.
The total “grows” because the number increases, but it “never ends” because there’s no largest number; you can always add one more.
Infinity is not a specific number, but rather a concept representing something without any bound or end, perfectly matching the description in the riddle.
Riddle:
I hold countless voices that never speak, countless journeys that never move, and ask for quiet to share them all. What am I?
Answer: Library.
"I hold countless voices that never speak": This refers to the vast number of books in a library. Each book contains the "voice" (ideas, stories, knowledge) of its author, but the physical book itself is silent.
"countless journeys that never move": Books describe "journeys" (adventures, travelogues, fictional quests), but the books remain stationary on the shelves. The reader takes the journey through their imagination.
"and ask for quiet to share them all": Libraries traditionally require a quiet atmosphere so that patrons can read, study, and focus on the material within the books without distraction.
Riddle:
I Am Seen As A Liar, When The Situation Is Dire, But The Fruits Of My Labor, Is Enough To Make Anyone Waver. I Can Be Something To Fear, Or Something You Want Near. Any Way You Look At Me, I Am Something That You All Need. What Am I?
Answer: The truth.
Riddle:
I'm a digital oracle, a search engine supreme, Yet my results sometimes seem like a corporate dream. Type in a query, and behold what you find, But beware, my friend, for biases lurk behind. Big companies thrive, their rankings so high, While smaller voices struggle, barely catching an eye. Paid results intermingle with the organic fray, Untangling them? A PhD's work, they say. So, who am I? A gatekeeper of the web, Where algorithms reign, and transparency ebbs. My power immense, my reach vast and wide, But remember, dear user, there's more to see outside. What am I?
Answer: Google Search.
Riddle:
From house to house he goes, A messenger small and slight. And whether it rains or snows, He sleeps outside at night.
What am I?
Answer: A Street or Road.
Riddle:
Very few men have ever been here,
But one man has been for thousands of years.
What am I?
Answer: The moon.
Riddle:
I'm always hungry,
I'll always eat;
Turn to feed me,
And see I keep my food pointy and neat.
What am I?
Answer: A pencil sharpener.
Riddle:
I'll take you. I'll take two, once I'm taken by you. You lose. I'm chance, a devil of a dance, climbing a tree, the very next branch. I'm unforgiving, fast-lane living, quite a soul gripping. For once I have you, I won’t leave your mind. And I'm not at all kind. I'll break your home, the bank I'll comb, until you're left with nothing, all alone. The highs and the lows, the deception, and woes, why'd you bet your own toes? I’m greedy, if I’m to be believed, I'm a need that will crush you until you cannot breathe. What am I?
Answer: Gambling.
Riddle:
I belong in a gallery, but add one letter I belong in a racetrack. What am I?
Answer: Kart.
Riddle:
My second is performed by my first, and, it is thought, a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
What am I?
Answer: A Footstep.
Riddle:
Stronger than any beast, Rougher than any sea. Steadier than a favorable wind, and of me none shall be free.
What am I?
Answer: I am Earth.
Riddle:
I am as long as 10 people standing on each other. I am as strong as 10 people's strength. Yet, a little boy can just walk over me. What am I?
Answer: A rope.
Riddle:
I am something bright and bring life. I was invented in 1879 by Thomas Edison and Joseph Swan. What am I?
Answer: Thomas Edison and Joseph Swan invented the light bulb in 1879.
Riddle:
I'm the motivation to live for some people, the source of pain for some people. Without me, you'll fall into the abyss; with me, you'll have courage. What am I?
Answer: I am "hope".
