Best 62 quotes in «riddle quotes» category

Life's perhaps the only riddle That we shrink from giving up.

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx... why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?

Man's moral nature is a riddle which only eternity can solve.

Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles

Mysteries are not riddles. Mysteries are places to go with your mind. You go into mysteries.

Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

No; but you came, and found the riddles waiting for you! Indeed you are yourself the only riddle. What you call riddles are truths, and seem riddles because you are not true.

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

The riddle of Mozart is precisely that "the man" refuses to be a key for solving it. In death, as in life, he conceals himself behind his work.

We can't save the past or solve the riddle of love. But to me, it's worth trying.

And was he judging all men by himself? No. He was a member of the tribe, that was all. It was women who were the real riddles.

Any fool would not be brave Who takes no heed of this verse No heroic deed or action save Any man from Finndragon’s curse

Apparently, in the realm of higher animals, it takes 2 to make 1. The arithmetic of this mystery seems to suggest 1 + 1 = 1.

As for me horror is the genre which makes my life more interesting, mysteries my life to be something like a riddle which people go and hard go outside...But the music build my personality!

As long as you foolish, ignorant, pleasure seeking people remain like a scarecrow, your liabilities are limited to a corporate god, and there is no settling in the mansions of the Kingdom of Heaven. Learn what there is to learn when it comes to your worth, your well-being and your freedom because indeed, he is truly a fool who trusts his wealth to a banker, his health to a doctor, or his liberty to a lawyer.

circle back, you're nearly through. The next one, then just one more clue. Summer's coming, dark and drear, Soon those tourists will appear. In the word hoard you will find Books with numbers on the spines. A 2 a 9 a 2 again- Not too easy for Athena's friend.

Cruelty & menace; mix it with a cocktail of sweet liquor. Now laying in my bed, she taste sweet when I lick her. I'm too irresistible like the forbidden of fruit but I'll satisfy your thirst, I'm something like the Truth.

Don't you love those crazy Brits? Jumpers for sweaters and spots for zits. And when they want to change their suits, It's in a box, not a booth. Be a hero, make a call. Steepest streets might make you fall.

Enslave me or deliberately liberate me as I'm meant to be. Dependent on God is a mindset in ancient, present and future prophecy. Hallucinations of the light coming to an illumination of Truth for death has no place in the life of an immortal. The third eye is a wide open portal. I brush off any of lifes struggles, any of lifes limits. I have no shame, Jesus is my Savior and with redemptive pride, I admit it.

For my death, ye waited long, Thy minds are worth reviling, With hearts brimful of woeful wrong, A treasure thou art desiring. Inherit now all I give to you, A word of admonition. The pure in heart will gain the prize, This is my decision. So if thine eyes are open, Thin ears quick to hear, You're soon to be awoken, The path, though hidden shall shine clear.

Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breath

GUCCI. Label me down with these codes that are commercialed in uniform. Military stripes, commander in chief, veteran in the word play, call it a beast. In plain sight hidden from the mass, where's Waldo? This arsenal I call 'Mind' is highly explosive cargo, a word flow, it's one in a million like solo.

He who discovers the heart of Arcrea and joins the hands of the seven regions will be king.

Hmmm!” directed to Fai. “Is there such thing as an answer, Fai?” he asked, though by his tone, Wolfdon could tell he knew the answer to that, if it were possible. “I would not know, Godric,” Fai replied, a bit more solemn than Godric and Cheng. “For knowing thus, the question would be answered, but without, there is neither subjectivity nor objectivity, just truth from above lisped through our uncouth tongues. Truth, there is. Answers, I cannot say.

I build what I wish to have in the mind of brilliance. It's a determination of conscious thought. If it's riches I envision, riches shall be my lot. If I envision love then like Adam, I make my request to the One above. Eve is created through his image and likeness, love is truly lifes purpose for what more can catch a womans attention but a diamond? Diamond is pure carbon, deposited drops of sunlight. A diamond is the last and highest of Gods mineral formation, as a woman is the last and highest of Gods creation.

I had to give up what God cursed, that which gives temptation and grows the most precious fruits. Supreme mathematics, it's a deep waters of numbers and letters, chemical elements breathed in, an asthmatic solution leaving you breathless to the findings of cyphered encryptions. A marksmen with this ink pen. Alpha-Beta Greek translated into modern speaking with 26 characteristics that create every compound of vocabulary. Infatuated with all plays of words, breaking this bread to the brain of birds. Give God reverence for understanding.

I made mistakes in the past that prevent me from rising above the lowest standard of society, so does that mean I have to deal with a burden 100 times heavier for eternity? No, because God has given me that key of knowledge to be above the monkey, for what they all see, they all do. They do because they don't know for if they knew, they'd rise from the primitive to an instinctive individual of intellect and would come to see Truth & where else can we find Truth but in the Word of God?

I'm asked "who do you say I Am" I say you are as am I, for what can come in between it? It's a perfect conquest of "I" that requires perfect knowledge of He which is in the middle of self. Smooth riddles as I sound the strings of a fiddle laid close to a stream of water as I drift away into constellation; A view out of sight within. As I close my eyes, I see what it is to be seen beyond the mediocre of superficial meditation. It's a deep sense of revelation that goes beyond the sense, give ear as I try to make sense of it.

In Middle Earth a motley crew assembles to save the world as we know it. Four hobbits, two men, a dwaft, an elf, and a wizard, too. They rambled to destroy the ring in the mountains of Mordor. Now it is you time. Dare you join this fellowship? The rules are simple. Twelve more clues will be hidden. One for each month. You have a month to solve each riddle. Plenty of time. On the full moon of each month, the next clue will be hidden. Seek it. Leave each where you found it for the next traveler. Where does this quest lead? What is the endgame? Follow and you shall find out. You must be wise, learned, disciplined, and above all, not a FROG. If you agree to join this fellowship, proceed with your first clue: MY WORDS are legend. Legends are HISTORY, My field of study. ONE BOOK only in your shire. With your strength, the book has been found, and now you must climb to the Scholar's Shrine. Four travelers begin this talle: Hlaf Elf, Troll, Halfling, and Thief. To make it to the end, you will need to build a motley crew. Find a wizard to see you through. You walk a long and winding path to find your next clue. Shall the Half Elf teache you his songs to pass the time? Perhaps that will draw an elf lord into your presence. The road is long, and the leaves do change color. You have demonstrated your strength, and your intelligence: now you must go boldly into battle. Be wise with your strategy: though it my seem like a game, there is more to the story.

Oh, what is brighter than the light? What is darker than the night? What is keener than an axe? What is softer than melting wax? Truth is brighter than the light, Falsehood darker than the night. Revenge is keener than an axe, And love is softer than melting wax.

It's Gods Eden, the fountain of youth, the water of Truth and yes it shall set thee free of this world-wide mental misery. It's a pleasure to me to introduce the God that sets you free, sets you high, air castles in the cosmos that make you fly. Make you cry cause you know your recognition of your unworthiness; God comforted me in my loneliness, it's redemption from rags to riches in Gods holiness. These riddles are self-explanatory, explaining the exploration of this planet from the beginning of His story. Open your eyes for God's the one that abides.

Live in the moment... but don't be led by the moment, or the people who belong to it.

Mimi na wewe na vitu vyote ulimwenguni ni wazito kwa sababu ya 'Higgs Boson', inayojulikana pia kama 'The God’s Particle'. Wanasayansi wa CERN wamekuwa wakiitafuta 'higgs' (iliyojificha ndani ya 'higgs field') kwa zaidi ya miaka hamsini sasa, kwa bajeti ya pauni za Uingereza bilioni sita. Chembe ya 'higgs' ikipatikana itawajulisha wanasayansi jinsi ulimwengu unavyofanya kazi na jinsi ulivyoumbwa, na jibu la kitendawili cha 'Standard Model' litapatikana.

Overstand everything and own nothing but control everything, it's a bond between God & I. As He appears to me, I ask that he discharge my sins and wipe my slate clean.

Probably I share a lot of stuff I haven't count them exactly but probably you understand the few. Why??? Let me guess that you don't understand horror you take it like horror nothing else, I can tell you horror isn't really a horror. It's a lesson, but can you find it in this puzzle?? Or riddle?

The first question is: what is a sound that makes no sound?' And by the time Captain Lambestyo has thought of an answer and opened his eyes, the sun was rising.

The scientist should treasure the riddles he can't solve, not explain them away at the outset.

Understanding a metaphor is like deciphering a code or unraveling a riddle.

Mixed thoughts of business and pleasure, 100 million dollar meetings is a success of true measure. Privately bonded to the treasury of secrecy, it's secrets that give keys to open sesame, look to the Bible for it's a sweet recipe of Supremacy. Find the knowledge to it all and never sell it for loose lips sink ships.

Mother was like this sometimes. Conversations became riddles with traps in them, and your answers had consequences.

My visage high above your city, Shines like gold, but half as pretty. Arms I've none, but hands I've two: Mondo, mini, black not blue. Climb my stairs and have no fears, All that threatens are my gears. Tucked beneath the mightly wheel, An envelpe shall truth reveal.

Remember, when truth gazes at you from her tallest zenith, why, it never really is the truth, is it? What is, is not, and nothing that is not could possibly be. Now, what is left?

Silver hidden in the gold, Young man hidden in the old, Laughing lord with weeping eyes, Bring king and ring before sunrise! -Hilarion, The Great and Terrible Quest

Some films and books are difficult, but this is the line which make them incrediable.

Someone. Everyone. Anyone. No-one. One. One can't be everyone, but there isn't more than one everyone, at the same time. And at the same time no-one can't be someone, but anyone can be one, and also anyone can be a no-one. To sum up - everyone is someone, and any-one becomes a no-one if you divide the one part long enough by every part of every-one, so in conclusion, I have no idea what I’m talking about, basically.

The beginning of Eternity, The end of time and space, The beginning of every end, And the end of every place. What am I?

There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense like this poem that has been around for so many hundreds of years that you just have to sit back and, with nothing else in mind, laugh out loud.

What an amazing scene. You see sea of waves to those that see from within. How calm and peaceful the tides once understood

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

What do you call a rifle with three barrels? A trifle.