Sphinx Riddles 🦁 in 2022

I’m alive, but without breath; I’m as cold in life as in death; I’m never thirsty, though I always drink.

If you feed me with food, I will survive. But if you make me drink water I will perish. .

What can run, but never walks; has a mouth, but never talks; has a head, but never weeps; has a bed, but never sleeps?

I am a tree that has no roots. I am bread with no taste. We live together yet not freely. I am a home that needs no place

Some try to hide, some try to cheat; but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name.

I have Quays but I cannot open any locks. I am no vessel, but I can hold many people as well as water. I do not have any children but many make birth.

“First think of the person who lives in disguise, Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what’s always the last thing to mend, The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally, give me the sound often heard During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this, Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?”

This thing all things devour: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal; slays kings, ruins towns; and beats high mountains down.

Shapeless, I take shape. Unguarded, I escape. Death in excess, death without slake. What am I ?

At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen

I cannot fly despite my wings. I have stories, but I cannot lie. I am hardly afraid, but yet, I am dwelling. I Am Estate yet are pristine

A first with no purpose and a second with no place. A third that is spoiled rotten are all confined to one space

Some try to hide, some try to cheat; but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name.

What can bring back the dead; make you cry, make you laugh, make you young; is born in an instant, yet lasts a lifetime.

Never resting, never still; moving silently from hill to hill; it does not walk, run or trot; all is cool where it is not.

Made of ten but two are we. Five apart and we are weak. Five together havoc wreak. What am I ?

Despised am I by knave and liar. After me the wise inquire. I rise above all death and fire. What am I ?

In spring I am gay in handsome array; in summer more clothing I wear; when colder it grows, I fling off my clothes; and in winter quite naked appear.

What is always old and sometimes new; never sad, sometimes blue; never empty, but sometimes full; never pushes, always pulls?

What can bring back the dead; make you cry, make you laugh, make you young; is born in an instant, yet lasts a lifetime.

You can throw me out but you cannot lock me away. I can hardly survive when extremes are in play.
You will most definitely fall if you lose me but if you have to keep me, you will not be able to do it all

I seem clear but when you look through me, things get warped. I can be used both for better and for worse.

What is it that only has a sole voice and is four-footed in the morning and two-footed in the noon and three-footed in the evening?

Amongst two sisters, the first one gives birth to the other and she further gives birth to the first. Who are they?

I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will, and yet, I am the confidence of all who live and breathe. What am I?”

I create my lair with earthen string, and dispatch my prey with a biting sting.

Never resting, never still; moving silently from hill to hill; it does not walk, run or trot; all is cool where it is not.

What is always old and sometimes new; never sad, sometimes blue; never empty, but sometimes full; never pushes, always pulls?

What is large, yet never grows; has roots that cannot be seen; and is taller than trees?

At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen.

As small as your thumb, I am light in the air. You may hear me before you see me, but trust that I’m here.

The sphinx wanted to know which one of the three gods stole the golden apple. Was it Horus, Anubis or Osiris?

”I didn’t,” said Horus.
”Osiris did,” said Anubis.
”Anubis is lying,” said Osiris.

The sphinx knew that one god was telling the truth and the other two were lying.

Who stole the golden apple?

I’m alive, but without breath; I’m as cold in life as in death; I’m never thirsty, though I always drink.

At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen.

his thing all things devour: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal.

What is large, yet never grows; has roots that cannot be seen; and is taller than trees?

What can run, but never walks; has a mouth, but never talks; has a head, but never weeps; has a bed, but never sleeps?

Sometimes blue, sometimes weeping. Sometimes twinkle, sometimes beaming. Never indoors, but yet ceiling. What am I ?

I face my brother, he faces me. At our sides, two more I see. Together we make room for thee. What am I ?

As small as your thumb, I am light in the air. You may hear me before you see me, but trust that I’m here.

As small as your thumb, I am light in the air, you may hear me before you see me, but trust that I’m there.

Some try to hide, some try to cheat; but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name.

As small as your thumb, I am light in the air. You may hear me before you see me, but trust that I’m here.

I create my lair with earthen string, and dispatch my prey with a biting sting.

Never resting, never still; moving silently from hill to hill; it does not walk, run or trot; all is cool where it is not

I have a thundering roar, and a hurried gait. I perpetually run yet in a sole place I wait. I have an endless mouth that runs deep. I lie in a bed, but cannot sleep

What can run, but never walks; has a mouth, but never talks; has a head, but never weeps; has a bed, but never sleeps?

What is always old and sometimes new; never sad, sometimes blue; never empty, but sometimes full; never pushes, always pulls?

Never resting, never still; moving silently from hill to hill; it does not walk, run or trot; all is cool where it is not.

This thing all things devour: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to the meal

I’m alive, but without breath; I’m as cold in life as in death; I’m never thirsty, though I always drink

What is always old and sometimes new; never sad, sometimes blue; never empty, but sometimes full; never pushes, always pulls?

In spring I am gay in stunning array; in summer, more clothing I wear; when colder it grows, I fling off my clothes; and in winter quite naked appear.

In spring I am gay in handsome array; in summer more clothing I wear; when colder it grows, I fling off my clothes; and in winter quite naked appear.

What can bring back the dead; make you cry, make you laugh, make you young; is born in an instant, yet lasts a lifetime.

I disappear in the dark and appear in the day. You cannot feel me if you touch me.