Riddle:
You can see me in a mirror, see me in a picture, and can even spot me in nature. What am I?
Answer: Beauty.
Riddle:
I can carry you around; you can carry me as well; not a living thing, yet, I run faster than as you do but not without your help. I have as many legs and hands as every man has; round are my legs: one before and the other behind. The cycle is never out of my name. What am I?
Answer: Bicycle.
Riddle:
I am you when not asleep; And where the sad come to weep. What am I?
Answer: Awake.
Riddle:
I sound like I am very cold, but I am usually served quite warm...even hot. Another fact about me is that I am often quite hot. What am I?
Answer: Chili.
Riddle:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate, Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?
Answer: I am a soul.
Riddle:
I bring death with a mighty blow. I can ruin nations with a mighty hole. Many people may die. Many people will cry. A battle is won at least. In the end I can bring peace. What am I?
Answer: War.
Riddle:
A blanket of crystals that covers all. Nothing can escape its fall. It will put you to sleep in a harsh way, and you will never again see the day It's on the earth always and forever, part of our lives leaving, never. Floats and falls like little butterflies. Catch them and they will surely die. What am I?
Answer: Snow.
Riddle:
I sit here collecting dust, I can wait forever to open me and you will not be disappointed, I can make you laugh, cry, and sad, I contain all the knowledge of the world, let me take you to a faraway land. What am I?
Answer: A book.
Riddle:
Not only am I powerful enough to hurt like no other, I also have the power to heal like no other, but just like everything else, I can break. Life would be impossible without me, but it's already near impossible to find me. What am I?
Answer: True love.
Riddle:
My call, I pray, at dawn of day, Shall rest you from your slumber, With job all done, my song all sung, I'll sit on seat of lumber. What am I?
Answer: A Rooster.
Riddle:
I begin in colour as black as night Then shine a redish shade so bright Finally I finish sometimes taking flight In the colour of a pale, grayish white. What am I?
Answer: Coal.
Riddle:
Golden treasures I contain, guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke, I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew.
What am I?
Answer: A beehive.
Riddle:
You need me to see me,
I can be quite pretty;
I come in different shades,
But no shapes or sizes;
What am I?
Answer: An eye.
Riddle:
When there is a fly near our food it is normally a pest. But when we see this fly near food it is often a welcome guest. What am I?
Answer: A butterfly.
Riddle:
I am strong as a rock but can be destroyed with one word. What am I?
Answer: Silence.
Riddle:
In old age I'm lost, in trauma I'm tossed. What am I?
Answer: Memories.
Riddle:
I'm used for a lot of things, I'm used for flowers, plants, food and sometimes for decoration, I come in different colors and shapes and I break if you don't take care of me. What am I?
Answer: I’m glass.
Riddle:
All have tried to catch me, none have kept me! What am I?
Answer: Satisfaction.
Riddle:
You longed for me when I was away, and you were terrified when I came. I free you from boredom and make your blood flow, but also expose your life to the drawbridge. You will have a racing heartbeat, a short breath because of my arrival, and you will feel tired because of my departure. What am I?
Answer: Danger.
Riddle:
I bend but I never break. What am I?
Answer: Light.
