I'm very quiet, yet everyone knows me. I'm part of a group who's faces you can't see. What I tell can ruin someone's day. If I lie, the effect can heavily weigh.

Technically speaking: you don't need me to skydive, but you do need me to skydive twice...!

I belong to the sea, but I'm shaped like something that belongs to the night sky. The most famous of my kind is called Patrick.

Up a hill two children went, a mission on their mind, something heavy on their side. They fetched from a well and hurried down the hill. It swings by one handle, from hillside to shore, A farmer’s friend and seaside builder. What am I?

I can be given without generosity. Taken without theft. Owed without law. Broken without touch. Lost without leaving. What am I?