Riddle:
People who can't see me never aspire, and people who feel me don't want to lose. I fit for a person, but not for a group. I was born into one's consciousness, and I was repressed into rules and order. If a person wants to get me, he has to abandon the views of others and find his true self. I endure, I don't die forever, because there will always be person willing to follow my trail. What am I?
Answer: Freedom.
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'm already old when I'm born, and become young when I die, and I’m brightest in middle age. What am I?
Answer: A star! Also acceptable: the sun.
Riddle:
I cover what's real, hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
Answer: Makeup.
Riddle:
I have hands that wave at you, though I never say goodbye. It's cool for you to be with me, especially when I say, "HI." What am I?
Answer: An electric fan.
Riddle:
To cross the water I'm the way, For water I'm above: I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What am I?
Answer: I am a bridge, to help you cross.
Riddle:
I cut through evil like a double-edged sword, And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze.
What am I?
Answer: I am justice!
Riddle:
Adored by few, Feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, Master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of your mysteries, But there still much of them to find. What are they?
Answer: Mathematics.
Riddle:
If you say my name I am no more. What am I?
Answer: I am Silence. You are silent until u speak. When you say silence you break it. Therefore, silence does not exist when you say "it's" name.
Riddle:
When I am filled I can point the way, When I am empty Nothing moves me, I have two skins One without and one within. What am I?
Answer: Glove.
Riddle:
My body has a dozen heads or more, My tails don't wag when you walk in the door. Count the ways you can hold me tight, Or use me for a special night! What Am I?
Answer: A piggy bank.
Riddle:
I feel your every thought. I feel your every move. I'm with you from birth and I'll see you rot. What am I?
Answer: Your reflection.
Riddle:
I have a foot, yet no legs. I have a house yet no furniture. I choose to be on the move, but moving isn't so easy. What am I?
Answer: I am a snail.
Riddle:
I have legs, but won't walk
A mouth that will not talk
Woodland home, lost to me
Stabled now, in nursery
Made to move, but must stay
You won't hear me say nay.
What am I?
Answer: A rocking horse.
Riddle:
My traces are everywhere, day or night. My enemies can drive me away, but they can't kill me,and sometimes, it makes me. I make some people feel fear, others feel serenity. I came when you closed your eyes, I can make you have eyes but not see, but you must not want to leave me forever. I can devour everything. What am I?
Answer: Darkness.
Riddle:
To form me, time is the foundation, it's difficult to break me from the outside, but I'll break as long as you touch from the inside. What am I?
Answer: Trust.
Riddle:
I am a word of three syllables, each of which is a word; my first is an article in common use; my second, an animal of uncommon intelligence; my third, though not an animal, is used in carrying burdens. My whole is a useful art. What am I?
Answer: Pen-man-ship.
Riddle:
Play my music, if you dare. Turn my crank, although I'm square. Stand back, or get a scare, when you see my surprising glare.
What am I?
Answer: Jack-in-the-Box.
Riddle:
I make hair stand on end, whisper between radio stations, and yet I refuse to change. What am I?
Answer: Static.
Static electricity makes hair stand on end. “Whisper between radio stations” points to the hissing noise called radio static. “Refuse to change” uses the other meaning of static: something fixed or unchanging. The riddle hinges on the word “static” having both electrical and descriptive senses.
Riddle:
I am a shadow during the night but during the day I'm a well Respected Figure. What am I?
Answer: A Vigilante. (Batman is also an acceptable answer)
