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Night by Elie Wiesel

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  • "The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference."
    Theme
  • “And he himself was so thin, so withered, so weak…”
    Repetition ("so")
  • “The race seemed endless; I felt as though I had been running for years..”
    Hyperbole
  • “Jealousy devoured us, consumed us.”
    Personification
  • "The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You don’t die of it… (Poor Father! Of what then did you die?)"
    Foreshadowing, Irony
  • “The camp looked as though it had been through an epidemic: empty and dead.”
    Simile
  • “That SS officer in the muddy barack must have been lying: Auschwitz was, after all, a convalescent home…”
    Irony
  • “I nodded, once, ten times, endlessly. As if my head had decided to say yes for all eternity.”
    Hyperbole
  • "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)
  • "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)
  • “My father’s voice tore me from my daydreams…”
    Personification
  • "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)
  • "Humanity? Humanity is not concerned with us. Today, anything is allowed. Anything is possible, even these crematories."
    Hyperbole, Juxtaposition, Tone
  • “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
  • "Bread, soup - these were my entire life. I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach."
    Imagery, Hyperbole (dehumanization)
  • “As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask without word, deep in thought”
    Metaphor
  • “My heart was about to burst. There. I was face-to-face with the Angel of Death…”
    Hyperbole