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“As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask without word, deep in thought”
Metaphor
“The race seemed endless; I felt as though I had been running for years..”
Hyperbole
“I was putting one foot in front of the other, like a machine. I was dragging this emancipated body that was still such a weight.”
Simile
“Jealousy devoured us, consumed us.”
Personification
“I nodded, once, ten times, endlessly. As if my head had decided to say yes for all eternity.”
Hyperbole
“The camp looked as though it had been through an epidemic: empty and dead.”
Simile
“And he himself was so thin, so withered, so weak…”
Repetition ("so")
“That SS officer in the muddy barack must have been lying: Auschwitz was, after all, a convalescent home…”
Irony
“My heart was about to burst. There. I was face-to-face with the Angel of Death…”
Hyperbole
“My father’s voice tore me from my daydreams…”
Personification
"Bread, soup - these were my entire life. I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach."
Imagery, Hyperbole (dehumanization)
"From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me."
Imagery, Symbolism (corpse = Wiesel’s inner death and loss of identity)
"I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I had no more tears."
Metaphor, Symbolism (tears = exhaustion of spirit)
"The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference."
Theme
"Humanity? Humanity is not concerned with us. Today, anything is allowed. Anything is possible, even these crematories."
Hyperbole, Juxtaposition, Tone
"The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You don’t die of it… (Poor Father! Of what then did you die?)"
Foreshadowing, Irony
"Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed."
Imagery, Symbolism (night=loss of faith, darkness)
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