Martha

“It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger

“Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"
Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost