It refilled itself as if by magic.
The wound healed itself quickly.
The picture itself rendered her speechless.
The problem will work itself out.
When the opportunity presented itself, she grabbed it.
Suddenly facts fell into place, previously homeless happenings began making sense, and a picture arranged itself in Dean's mind.
It repeats itself because it is the record of the choices of people.
Lana twisted to watch it lower itself to the ground a hundred meters behind her position.
She pulled hard on the rope, feeling some give, then tautness as the anchor lodged itself between unmovable objects.
The craft above him opened its door and lowered itself as close as it dared to the ground.
As one problem worked itself out, another always seemed to take its place.
Roosevelt is saying that freedom itself cannot exist apart from some amount of economic liberty.
Some might argue this is not in and of itself a force for peace.
But the opportunity to talk privately didn't offer itself the rest of the day.
The leather-like necklace itself contained the stiffness of something new, rather than the well-worn suppleness of the one around her neck.
Now that they were back in sync, would this unexplainable fear wedge itself between them?
The hibernating creature within her shook itself awake and began crawling through her blood.
Weaponized famine occurs when hunger itself is used to gain a political or military end.
Instead of piety being expressed simply in a multitude of unrelated individual acts, it expressed itself in group action.
Under the cloud of war, it is humanity hanging itself on a cross of iron.
I think the best course of action in this instance is inaction—let this business play itself out, at least for the time being.
The creature that refused to bow down to the Dark One was not going to allow itself to become blood-dependent upon a mate of human origin.
If his week was any indication, this was not about to fix itself as easily as the portal shutting out his assassins.
The beast within continued to throw itself at it, ceasing finally when it saw the prison had been reinforced.
The pterodactyl dropped and caught itself, coasting in the sea breeze.
One of the demons launched itself down the hall after her, only for the other to tackle it and the two of them to roll down the hall in a furry mass of wings, legs, and snapping teeth.
Toby began to panic and pull, and the jaguar lowered itself farther to the ground, planting its back legs and jerking the boy towards the forest.
She looked up, shocked to see Sasha standing over them, his sharp gaze on the creature preparing itself for a second attack.
The image replayed itself in her mind, and guilt flooded her.
The tiny specs indicating crafts or personnel in the 3D image moved and changed; the image itself spun slowly, as if to present her with all sides of the battle at once.
Suddenly, a dark form launched itself from behind a group of boulders onto her path.
Vara and Hilden were silent, as stricken as he was as the demon freed itself from Memon's body enough to reach for Rissa.
The first arrow planted itself firmly in the rump of Sirian's spirited grey.
The beast itself told her thus.
The concerned look on Randy Byrne's face told Dean that Cynthia's action, while not of itself so unusual, was totally out of character for the boy's mother.
The city had struggled through the drabness of poverty and joblessness in an effort to raise itself from the ashes of long-dead industries.
Much later, in the darkest part of the night, Dean's mind was creating picture stories to amuse itself while his body lay in frozen and unmoving slumber like a fallen mannequin.
The cut healed itself in seconds.
His shove almost drove her to her knees again. She steadied herself and looked up in time to see him disappear into the jungle. Fear made her heart pound. The strange path he'd been following appeared ahead of her, revealing itself only a few steps at a time. She started at a walk and quickened to a jog, making sure the path wouldn't close and trip her. The path kept up with her, and she ran.
He found himself on the Caribbean Sanctuary, in the small chamber with the Oracle book. Sea breeze swept through the small windows of the room, and he took a step towards the lectern on which the open book rested. The pages displayed had a few words written on them rather than the constantly shifting writing that normally scrawled itself across the pages. He felt himself compelled towards the book even as his fight-or-flight instinct reared up.
Lana, you know enough about the PMF to know they're the only force—perhaps in the world—with the ability to survive the government tearing itself apart.
The helicopter righted itself fast, and she saw the parachute Brady had been trying to release by smashing his fist against the control box in the ceiling.