You can't keep this until you have given it. What is it?

Answer: Your word.

More Classic Riddles with answers

More Classic Riddles

You can't see me, but I can see you; To be more specific, I see through. What am I?
You do not want to have it, But when you do have it, You do not want to lose it. What is it?
You go in me for brushing, For flushing, For rushing; But please go in me one at a time, Or someone might be blushing. What am I?
You have three stoves: a gas stove, a wood stove, and a coal stove, but only one match. Which should you light first?
You pick it, You peel the outside, You cook the inside, You eat the outside, And throw away the inside. What am I?
You throw me away, I find my way back; Traditionally I'm wooden, With an arch in my back. What am I?
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?
You walk up to a mountain that has two paths. One leads to the other side of the mountain, and the other will get you lost forever. Two twins know the path that leads to the other side. You can ask them only one question. Except! One lies and one tells the truth, and you don't know which is which. So, What do you ask?
You're both in and outside of me; You guide me but don't ride me; I can make a statement with a tongue but no mouth. What am I?
'Tis found in our troubles, 'tis mixed with our pleasures, 'Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures; 'Tis whispered in heaven, and 'tis muttered in hell, And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell; In Paradise nestled, 'mid Eden's fair flowers, It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers; 'Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers; From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares. Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved; Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved. 'Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean; Though in bustle forever, 'tis ne'er in commotion. 'Tis wafted afar o'er the land in each breath; In the grave 'tis decaying-you'll find it in death. It is floating away on the broad stream of time, Yet it findeth a place in eternity's clime. In the legends of nations it holdeth a place; There's no charm without it to the beautiful face. In thunder you'll hear it, if closely you listen; In moonbeam and sunbeam forever 'twill glisten. In the dew-drop it sparkles; 'tis found in the forest; It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest. What am I?
2, 3, 5, 9, 17, _ What is the next number in the sequence?
A beggar's brother died, but the man who died had no brother. How could that be?