Figurative Language - Elie Wiesel's Night

"Physically, he was as awkward as a clown. His waiflike shyness made people smile.”  Page 3

“They dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.” Page 5

“The barbed wire that encircled us like a wall did not fill us with real fear.” Page 11

“The shadows around me roused themselves as if from a deep sleep and left silently in every direction.” Page 14

‘My throat was dry and the words were choking me, paralyzing my lips. There was nothing else to say.” Page 15

“By eight o’clock in the morning, weariness had settled into our veins, our limbs, our brains, like molten lead.” Page 16

“Open rooms everywhere. Gaping doors and windows looked into the void. It all belonged to everyone since it no longer belonged to anyone. It was there for the taking. An open tomb. A summer sun.” Page 17

“Monday went by like a small summer cloud, like a dream in the first hours of dawn.” Page 18

“They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death.” Page 19

The synagogue resembled a large railroad station: baggage and tears.” Page 22

“A prolonged whistle pierced the air.” Page 22

“She looked like a withered tree in a field of wheat.” Page 25

“We were still trembling, and with every screech of the wheels, we felt the abyss opening beneath us.” Page 25

‘But it was all in vain. Our terror could no longer be contained. Our nerves reached a breaking point. Our very skin was aching. It was as though madness had infected us all.” Page 26

“We were to leave the train here. There was a labor camp on site. The conditions were good. Families would not be separated.” (Irony) Page 27