riddle

For every thinking and reflecting man the existence of evil is a riddle he cannot escape.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,It lies behind stars and under hills,And empty holes it fills,It comes first and follows after,Ends life, kills laughter.

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

By the Valg, three were made,Of the gate-Stone of the Wyrd:Obsidian the gods forbadeAnd stone they greatly feared.In grief, he hid one in the crownOf her he loved so well,To keep with her where she lay downInside the starry cell.The second one was hiddenIn a mountain made of fire,Where all men are forbiddenDespite their great desires.Where the third liesWill never be toldBy voice or tongueOr sum of gold.

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__ talking about, basically.

Any fool would not be braveWho takes no heed of this verseNo heroic deed or action saveAny man from Finndragon__ curse

Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.

When twelve who wander stand as oneThrough the door the dark will come.The key will be revealed in turn__nlock the way and you shall learn...

Give me one more night to taste the darkWhen 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__ death Just breathe to free your one last breath

Life is a mystery, not a riddle. It has to be lived, not solved.

I never talk back. I listen and always remember your every word, so come pen or mouse, never forget that I will treasure your thoughts forever. Yours truly, Paper.

Mr. Douglas told us true.He knows why the sky is blue.Why the earth spins round and round,And where the next clue can be found.Ask him, maybe, will he tell you?His radio, those ads will sell you.Peppy song will make you wonder,If the world is going under.Bring him something from the doctor--Nothing spicy-while he proctors.It may be those fizzy bubbles, Let him help you with your troubles.

Though her body fit with his like a puzzle piece, his mind was an ever-shifting riddle she felt she could study her whole life and never fully solve. She spent the most time touching him, caressing him, massaging the secrets from his shoulders and embarrassments from his lower back.

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!

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

Communism is the riddle of history solved, and it knows itself to be this solution.

If it__ zero degrees outside today and it__ supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?

This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.