Riddle Quotes Novels & Stories

It took me some time to get back, and I would like to apologize for that, but I’m a bit shocked. This is not quite what I meant when I said I needed someone to talk to, and I’m a bit confused as to why you would send me a ‘prison riddle,’ but so be it. You asked me if I knew what kind of bars won’t keep a prisoner in jail. The answer to that corny question is obviously chocolate bars. Even though the riddle was a bit weak, the intentions were definitely there, and you’ve caught my attention. I think it’s only fair for me to ask you something in return. I was very intrigued by not only your way of talking but also your use of emojis, so I just have to ask. How old are you?

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

He was just mad at everything; Buckley, his clothes, the shower, the water, the damn graffiti quote on the wall, life itself. Wait a minute...graffiti quotes!?! Of all the things students scribble on the wall, quotes were the least of them, so what in the heavens was a quote doing there... He pulled closer to the wall, near the broken sink to read the description which was written in a well written ancient Roman lettering. "The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whither then? I cannot say."

Floating platforms appeared before me, each one inscribed with a riddle. “Your challenge is trust,” the voice said. “Choose the correct path. One wrong step, and you fall.” I hesitated, my heart pounding as I read the first riddle: *I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind.* “An echo,” I whispered, stepping onto the platform marked with that word. It held firm. The next riddle appeared: *The more of me you take, the more you leave behind.*

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward. I opened a random page and saw old tear stains on the page, the tears that I cried six months ago. - Stars can't shine without darkness. I smiled ruefully as I read the sentence and then flipped through the pages. I missed my sister a lot. - Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

“My mother loved that quote by Steve Jobs. She used to say, they helped her gain courage in the most difficult times of her life.” “It should, it’s a very compelling adage. Your step-mother, or my sister more specifically, used to say that to me as a kid.” Smiling, a thought suddenly came to me. “That’s funny, mum told me a friend of hers was the one who used to quote that sentence to her.” Smiling in return, she leans forward and rests her elbows on her knee. “Well that’s not surprising at all, became your mother and my sister used to be best friends.”

she shot back, tapping the hem of her dress, “I think smart people like you love puzzles. Maybe that’s why you always look so…mean and serious.” What audacity of this human child! Daring to speak to me as if she were equal, and yet, I felt no irritation. Only… intrigue. “Perhaps,” I said slowly, “Do you like riddles too?” “Oh yes!” Her face lit up immediately with my question. “Can you give me one?” I thought for a moment, deciding if I should indulge her in the conversation or not. “Alright,” I said, my voice dropping into a teasing growl. “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears, I have nobody, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

He moved through the aisles slowly, running his fingers along spines, until he stopped at the poetry section. Rilke. Of course. Her favorite. He pulled a copy from the shelf and flipped it open. A note slipped out, falling to the floor. He bent to pick it up, thinking it was a bookmark, but when he unfolded it, his breath caught. “When love becomes memory, let it teach you how to stay human.” It wasn’t hers he knew that. Just a quote someone had written and left behind. But somehow, it felt like an answer. Like the universe whispering what he couldn’t say out loud.

“It’s never early for anything as long as you want it.” “Nice quote. Where did you hear it from?” Asher asked me as he took a sip from the cup in his hands. “Would you believe me if I told you that I just made it up on the spot?” Asher stared at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, and I joined in, following suit. “That’s impressive.” “Thank you,” I replied, raising my glass towards him before taking a look around the place. “You look like you’ve got something you want to say, Lorenzo.”