| What am I? | Answer |
| The more there is the less you see. | |
| You can see me in water but I never get wet. | |
| Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet how you miss me, when I have flown. | |
| The more you take of me, the more you end up leaving behind. | |
| I'm sometimes full, but I never overflow. | |
| What has to be broken before it can be eaten? | |
| I am a three digit number. My second digit is four times more than my third digit. My first digit is seven less than my second digit. | |
| I am the start of war and end of sorrow. you can't express wisdom without me but I am at the heart of dimwits. You may find me in waves but never in oceans. | |
| I am tall when I'm new and short when I'm old I give off my own light but cannot turn it on. | |
| They have not flesh nor feathers nor scales nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. | |
| | What am I? | Answer |
| I always run but never walk, often murmur but never talk, have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never eat. | |
| I come in different shapes and sizes. Part of me are curves, others are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me. | |
| No legs have I to dance, No lungs have I to breathe, No life have I to live or die And yet I do all three. | |
| From the beginning of eternity, to the end of time and space, to the beginning of every end and the end of every place. | |
| Only one color, but not one size, Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies, Present in sun, but not in rain, Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. | |
| This is lighter than a feather yet no man can hold it for long. | |
| Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. | |
| 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. | |
| I am full of holes, yet I am full of water. | |
| Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will. | |
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