|The more you take, the more you leave behind.|
What are they?
|What is put on a table, cut but never eaten?|
|I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. |
You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
|What goes round and round the wood but never goes into the wood?|
|What is always coming but never arrives?|