Sphinx Riddles 🦁 in 2024

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

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.

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

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 ?

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