Answer:
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
There is a puzzle which can be asked all day with a different correct answer each time. What is the puzzle?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?