324 riddles with progressive hints and detailed explanations
My tines are long. My tines are short. My tines end ere My first report. What am I?
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
I can be smooth as silk when you touch me Yet hard as rock when you hit me I can be crystal clear Or dark as pitch I can be still...
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt....
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?
When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from Wednesday as today was from Wednesday when the day before yest...
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?
What I am visible to you, you cannot see me, but when I am invisible, you long to see me. I am plenty with someone patient, but al...
I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?
What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not.
Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight....
Look at me. I can bring a smile to your face, a tear to your eye, or even a thought to your mind. But, I can't be seen. What am I?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
Though liquid in nature, don't push me too far for then I will break, and the damage may scar. What am I?
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
I am in the sky but also in the ground. When you study me, no matter how long, I will always end with an f. I may be in your yard...
First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?
You hear it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung. What is it?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?