Fault in Our Stars, two teens fall in love with just one minor complication—they can’t get within a few feet of each other without risking their lives. This book is now a major motion picture starring Cole Sprouse and Haley Lu Richardson that you can watch right now!

She and Rob were happy before Juliet came back to town and Rob immediately fell in love with her. Now Rose must navigate young lust, family, and love to change the ending that everyone expects.

He’s into Josie and the feeling is very mutual, but he’s a Blumstein—the sworn enemy of the Hazeldines and their number one competition in the annual Honey Show at the end of July.

That still-immaculate, all-bases-covered soundtrack – Radiohead! The Cardigans! Er, Butthole Surfers! – was on permanent rotation at every hesitant co-ed house party, even if the sinuous Des’ree slow dance was awkwardly skipped nine times out of ten.

wo decades on, stray sounds and images from Luhrmann’s film remain entirely vivid, if not entirely undated. (It’s hard to think of many symbols much more 1996 than the giant kinda-Celtic-Gothic crucifix tattoo adorning the back of Pe

But our love it was stronger by far than the love    Of those who were older than we—    Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above    Nor the demons down under the sea

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side    Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,    In her sepulchre there by the sea—    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Two couples get lost on a summer night.

A forest sets the scene for this romance.

A man is haunted by his father’s ghost.

Boy meets girl while feuding families fight.

Two couples get lost on a summer night. A hunchback murders all who block his way. A ruler’s rivals plot against his life.

Shall I tell you the secret and if I do, will you get me out of this bird suit?

is a cry for help: Help me! Only you, only you can, you are unique

Fixes on the wall, while I Focus my less piercing gaze On the challenge of the page.

No vying. No vexation. Taking pleasure, taking pains, Kindred spirits, veterans.

hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you wouldn't have set out. She has nothing left to give you now.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you’re destined for. But don’t hurry the journey at all.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

othing but three throats beating back the world–Laurie’s radiation treatments. The scars on Christina’s arms. Kim’s brother. Molly’s grandfather. Jane’s sister. Singing to the telephone poles skimming by. Stoplights blooming green. The road, a glassy black river edged with brilliant gilded weed

hat steadfast man     knew misery. Sorrow and longing     walked beside him, wintered in him,     kept wearing him down after Nithad     hampered and restrained him,

or Beadohilde     her brother’s death weighed less heavily     than her own heartsoreness once it was clearly     understood she was bearing a child.

You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe That you have something impossible up your sleeve, The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,

As he sang these tender strains, the very ghosts shed tears. Tantalus, in spite of his thirst, stopped for a moment his efforts for water, Ixion’s wheel stood still, the vulture ceased to tear the giant’s liver, the daughters of Danaus rested from their task of drawing water in a sieve, and Sisyphus sat on his rock to listen. Then for the first time, it is sai

Orpheus with Eurydice; but though he attended, he brought no happy omens with him. His very torch smoked and brought tears into their eyes. In coincidence with such prognostics Eurydice, shortly after her marriage, while wandering with the nymphs, her companions, was seen by the shepherd Aristaeus, who was struck with her beauty, and made advances to her. She fled, and in flying trod upon a snake in the grass, was bitten in

e dared more than any other man ever dared for his love. He took the fearsome journey to the underworld. There he struck his lyre, and at the sound all that vast multitude were charmed to stillness The dog Cerberus relaxed his guard; the wheel of Ixion stood motionless; Sisiphus sat at rest upon his stone; Tantalus forgot his thirst; for the first time the faces of the dread goddesses, the Furies, were wet with tears. The ruler of Hades dr

ext in order came a few mortals so excellent in their art that they almost equaled the divine performers. Of these by far the greatest was Orpheus. On his mother’s side he was more than mortal. He was the son of one of the Muses and a Tracian prince. His mother gave him the gift of music and Thrace where he grew up fostered it. The Thracians were the most musical of the peoples of Greece. But Orpheus had no rival there or anywhere except the gods alone. There was no limit to his power when he played and sang. No one and nothing could resist

g sweetly over his grave. The subsequent transference of his bones to Dium is evidently a local legend.26 His head was thrown upon the Hebrus, down which it rolled to the sea, and was borne across to Lesbos, where the grave in which it was interred was shown at Antissa. His lyre was also said to have been carried to Lesbos; and both traditions are simply poetical expressions of the historical fact that Lesbos was the first great seat of the music of the lyre: indeed Antissa itself was the birth-place of Terpander, the earliest historical musician.27 The astronomers taught that the lyre of Orpheu

such loss is no loss, such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls of blackness such terror is no loss;

gainst the black I have more fervour than you in all the splendour of that place, against the blackness and the stark grey I have more light; and the flowers, if I should tell you,

before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.

Each stone of jealousy, each stone Of fear, greed, envy, and hatred, put out the light. No one was without a stone in his or her hand.

Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly mind. Then Doubt pushed through with its spiked head. And once Doubt ruptured the web, All manner of demon thoughts

About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood Its human position: how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own and reached for a pen if only to show we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages

skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you,

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,