Speech On The Day Of The Night

According to The Houghton Mifflin dictionary, night is defined as “the period between sunset and sunrise, especially, the hours of darkness” (p.887). Everything terrible happens at night. Every death, every tragedy, anything for that matter, happens at night. The significance that Elie Wiesel was trying to imply about night was a form of darkness. Darkness, as in danger. Darkness as in loneliness; loneliness as in sadness; sadness as in death. The symbol of death is expressed by the main character of the novel, Eliezer. Eliezer might not have died, but he experiences darkness, darkness of the soul, and loss of faith.

A dull routine can always cause artificial stimulants that can lead to not more than fake results. In Unholy Sonnet 14 by Mark Jarman, he illustrates how the congregation is becoming more of a social organization than a faith-based community mainly because of the routine it follows. The poem reveals how the typical congregation seeks for sin to be forgiven. However, it also suggests that a congregation’s conventional dull routine cannot relive the pain of sin when it remains in the heart of the individual.

Ever since this makeup mishap, I have noticed other people’s eyes more and more: different tints of blue, green, gray, hazel, and brown or the many combinations of colors, shapes, and sizes. In the society in which we live, the importance of the eyes is apparent in everyday life: how heavily we rely on vision to drive, read, and communicate, and even in cosmetics, how the eyes are emphasized with makeup or different types of contacts. As a swimmer, I

The book “Night” is a true story about Eliezer Wiesel’s life as a teenager during the Holocaust. It was written by Wiesel himself and was published by Prentice Halls in 1956, with a shorter version in 2000. Throughout “Night”, there are three powerful quotes to focus on and understand, in order to fully grasp the importance of the Holocaust.

If eyes are truly windows to the soul, I’m screwed. My friends have spectacular jewel-toned irises, ranging from pale blue to hazy green to deep violet. Meanwhile, my eyes are more or less the same shade as my pupils, kept from being black only by genetic impossibility.

My eye color is a reflection of myself; a piece of art created with my mother’s grass green eyes and her work ethic, my brother’s blue-green eyes and his passion, and my father’s blue eyes and his problem-solving abilities. I still think that I ‘m what I make of myself; more than just the DNA my parents have passed on to me. My blue eyes are a sign of the passion I have for the things I do. I have a desire to do well in school that pushes me to try my best, the same yearning I have to make other people happy and get them involved in the things that make me excited about life. So when I look into the mirror now, I see not only bright blue eyes reflecting my family, but also someone who tries to make the best out of life and isn’t afraid to put others first. This causes my eyes to be their own kind of blue, a kind of blue that words can’t describe, a blue that is brighter than the sky on a sunny day and vaster than the open ocean, the unique kind of blue that if you want to see you will have to see

Each night, there is a point where the day falls to silence, a silence that encloses you in your own thoughts and reflections. For as long as I can remember, my dad always told me "that is when you pray." His words matched the ones of every Sunday school teacher, but their voices faded as my worries grew. It seemed there were some stresses a man on a cross could not eliminate. Bible stories where Jesus cures people from their pain and problems appeared no different from the storybooks I stopped reading years ago, unrealistic and improbable. I vacillated between the faith instilled in me and the plausibility of things occurring by chance, not by Christ. As each day came to a close, I struggled to thank a voiceless God for a day I wasn’t grateful

El Dia de los muertos- a day to remember ones ancestors by visiting their graves, preparing special foods and activities, and attending services. (Down). All these activities are for Day of the Dead. The history and culture can surprise most people about Day of the Dead. Day of the dead have a few days to itself to celebrate on.

Running through the crunching leaves down the streets on cabbage night was my favorite past time. For those of you who are unaware of this tradition it’s also known as Devil’s night or Mischief night. It’s when kids run around the neighborhood causing nonsense mischief the night before Halloween. I remember waking up every Halloween excited to look outside and see toilet paper hanging from trees and shaving cream all over the paved streets. Unfortunately, late October in 2012 Hurricane Sandy hit my hometown. Cabbage night was canceled along with Halloween. Growing up in a small suburban Northern, NJ town called River Vale, Halloween was the best holiday.

A miniature, developing hand, pristine in condition transforms into a full-grown, wrinkle filled hand; writing the story of our life as we continue to experience it. Every hand begins in a similar way, holding our mother and father tightly as we depend on them to support our weight in only their two arms or hip. Then soon, squeezing our guardian’s hand with all our might as we take our first steps across our home. My non-dominant hand tells a lifelong story with every wrinkle, freckle, dark spot, and scar. Each of our imperfections makes us who we are. People around the world under appreciate the miraculous uses our non-dominant hand has to offer, and do not realize the necessities and benefits it provides us in our everyday lives. In the past, I neglected the wondrous uses my non-dominant hand had to offer, but as I began to reflect on past experiences, I realized the amazing actions it had already done for me and what it will soon face in the future. My left hand represents my whole life and the entirety of events I have experienced. My hand will forever continue to tell a story.

The book Night is a book about about the holocaust. Today i will compare the book night and maus also i will be comparing the movies life is beautiful and the movie the boy in the striped pajamas. The four stories relate to the same theme they all talk about same story. The book night has a very strong theme the theme is the loss of faith. The movies life is beautiful has a very strong theme too is about sacrificing that one you love even if it means to dies for them. Maus and the boy in the striped pajamas share the theme to never judge someone base on their look.

As Anderson's novel progresses, the use of hands become more and more evident, especially the description and the way they're used. Anderson seems to be obsessed with hands, referring to them as sometimes, "white and bloodless" (Mother, Anderson), and also expressing the way they're used: steadied by, turning doorknobs, "with her hands waited" (Mother, Anderson), "hands dipped in blood" (The Philosopher, Anderson), "clapped his hands" (Godliness II, Anderson) etc. This is a theme evident throughout the entirety of the novel. This could possibly express Anderson's way of showing the importance of hands on each of their characters, as he goes explicitly out of his way to describe what the hands are doing and what they look like.

Many may see their callused hands as unattractive or off-putting, but I find them appealing. Not appealing in the sense of attraction, but in the means of alluring my attention. Yet, it isn’t the calluses themselves that keeps my attention, it is what the calluses stand for. They show all the hard work the boys have put in, and this sense of ethic is what appeals my eyes.

Diwali is the time for everyone to come together, and celebrate the wonderful festival with all their loved ones. And, a party on this occasion is a perfect way to spread the aura of happiness that this auspicious festival brings with itself. However, the process of planning for a Diwali party might be a little tiring, especially for the ladies out there. It is very easy to get carried away while hosting a Diwali party. You may spot something beautiful, and just buy it using your Diwali party as an excuse. That is why, you need to fix a budget beforehand. Allocate a certain amount of money for drinks, food, and other essentials, and stick to it no matter what. Diwali parties need not

The thumb is the most important part of our hands. It would be very difficult to live without our thumbs. Some things that I can’t live without are my family, my friends, my phone, and my music. To me, family is everything. My family is not the most perfect one, we do have our ups and downs but I know that at the end of the day they would never let me go to bed feeling alone and to me, that’s very important. My friends are also one of the most important things in my life. I absolutely adore my friends because I feel most myself when around them; I don’t have to try to be someone I’m not. Everything comes easy with my friends and that, I value. The next two symbols drawn on my thumb are, my phone and music. My phone holds the things in my life that are significant to me. They hold memories. Pictures, videos, notes; they all document the special moments in my life. My mom’s birthday, sending my brother off to college, my friends and I laughing, quotes, lists. They might seem like small things to other people