An Eye In A Blue Face
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
‘That eye is like this eye’
Said the first eye,
But in a low, not high place.
The sun shining on daisies.
Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock!
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one
and down I come.
The man will never talk.
What am I?
A guillotine.
Built From Anything You Don’t Like
I’m built from anything you don’t like,
You’re using me right now in fact,
I am one but represent many,
When attacked I’m easily cracked,
I’m created in seconds but live forever
And though you may not understand,
I’ll help you do well but be careful my friend,
Hurt me and you won’t withstand.
What am I?
Character (or characters).
Kids are often told, when dealing with unpleasant things, that it builds character. You’re reading the characters this riddle is written with. In computer science a char is often represented by one byte and can store any character you want.
When politicians have their character besmirched it can swiftly change the voting public’s mind about them. Characters in novels are created with a few lines but live on in our memories. And if your character or reputation is damaged, you may find it hard to deal with the aftermath.
And here’s a great quote from Warren Buffet on your character.
“It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. If you think about that, you’ll do things differently.” — Warren Buffet
A Home But No Family
I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
A keyboard.
A Face But No Eyes
I have a face but no eyes. Hands but no arms. What am I?
A clock.
Seven Letters and Something You Eat
I have seven letters and am something you eat. My only anagram can help your pain. If you remove my first 2 letters I wear things down. Removing my first 3 letters is an adjective and removing my first 4 letters leaves a measure of time.
What am I?
Sausage. You eat sausage, assuage is the only single-word anagram and provides relief from pain. Usage wears things down, sage is an adjective and age is a measure of time.
Whoever Makes Me Can Hear Me
Whoever makes me can hear me, but to all others I’m silent. What am I?
A thought in your head. You can hear it, but no one else can. Unless you read minds, but then you’d have bigger problems, like figuring how how to remain sane in large crowds.