Himself Sentence Examples

He smiled to himself, enjoying the game they always played.

The captain himself had been a robber.

Arion dressed himself in his finest clothing.

Alex handed the reins to a caretaker and dusted himself off as he headed for the gate.

He thought of the number of times that he himself had been a coward.

Now he's gone and exposed himself to the world.

Smith says that if one man tried to make pins by himself, he might make one per day.

He wasn't trying to force himself on me.

He smiled to himself.

He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.

He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.

He took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee.

And so He loved men Himself and though they were very cruel to Him and at last killed Him, He was willing to die for them because He loved them so.

To rid himself of them he closed his eyes.

Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.

A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.

Why should he not cool himself in the refreshing water?

Howie would never ask Quinn himself; as always seeking one of us as a go-between.

At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.

The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself.

Jonathan separated himself from the other children.

He threw a leg over the ATV and settled himself on the seat with a grin.

Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.

More so, he blamed himself.

In Othello is a character named Iago, an evil man who never does anything illegal himself but is always planting ideas in other people's minds, to get them to do his dirty work.

Of course he is right there," said Countess Mary, "but he forgets that we have other duties nearer to us, duties indicated to us by God Himself, and that though we might expose ourselves to risks we must not risk our children."

Cassie had to smile when Bordeaux positioned himself in a spot less than ten feet from her and pretended to settle down for the night.

Should I inform Merrill Cooms I'd been in contact with After, the investigative baby he himself had started?

By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.

He considered, smiling to himself.

As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.

Knowing that Natasha asked nothing for herself, and gave him commissions for others only when he himself had offered to undertake them, he now found an unexpected and childlike pleasure in this purchase of presents for everyone in the house, and never forgot anything.

Maybe Señor Medena was trying to ingratiate himself with Alex.

Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.

He's always been so sure of himself.

Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.

He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.

An old joke is about the city slicker who finds himself lost in the country.

A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true.

And the guy from California who got himself killed; him too.

Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.

The child comes into the world with the ability to learn, and he learns of himself, provided he is supplied with sufficient outward stimulus.

Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily.

Rostov, too, dragged himself to the fire.

Schemes and devices for which he never rightly accounted to himself, but which formed the whole interest of his life, were constantly shaping themselves in his mind, arising from the circumstances and persons he met.

Rostov noticed something new in Dolokhov's relations with Sonya, but he did not explain to himself what these new relations were.

Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.

How splendid! said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more.

This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.

The soldier himself does the stabbing, hacking, burning, and pillaging, and always receives orders for these actions from men above him; he himself never gives an order.

Alex excused himself early and Carmen stayed downstairs with the children.

He so busied himself with his silly telephone trick to call away the mother he didn't notice someone who must have been watching.

He's got this weird thing like if he sees himself, he'll self-destruct or something.

In a second bedroom, he sees himself, cowering beneath the cover, and biting back tears.

She didn't look at him, afraid of finding the devil himself in front of her.

He disappeared, and she stared at the place where he'd been, wondering why he was so upset with himself.

He hoped, no he prayed, Darian regained himself someday soon.

He wanted to lose himself in her warmth and liveliness on his last night.

Jule wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched out on the floor, hungry and chilled.

He could see himself becoming addicted to the energy flowing between them.

I hate to think of him worrying himself if there's some problem we could help him with.

Dean realized from his past experience that being forthcoming and subjecting himself to interrogation without an attorney was naive but the entire idea of his trying to kill Shipton was so ludicrous in his mind, he tended to minimize the seriousness of the situation.

Dean himself smiled and shook his head.

And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise,-- as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea.

They say that Arion, being a good swimmer, kept himself afloat until this ship happened to pass by and rescued him from the waves.

He made himself known, and the captain willingly agreed to carry him back to his own country.

Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.

Man is an animal who more than any other can adapt himself to all climates and circumstances.

Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room.

There's no one to interest himself for him.

He imagined himself as an enormously tall, powerful man who was throwing cannon balls at the French with both hands.

Something always drew him toward those richer and more powerful than himself and he had rare skill in seizing the most opportune moment for making use of people.

But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.

He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen.

But to his surprise Willarski soon noticed that Pierre had lagged much behind the times, and had sunk, as he expressed it to himself, into apathy and egotism.

He regarded all these occupations as hindrances to life, and considered that they were all contemptible because their aim was the welfare of himself and his family.

Pierre felt particularly well disposed toward them all, but was now instinctively on his guard for fear of binding himself in any way.

He felt himself not only free from social obligations but also from that feeling which, it seemed to him, he had aroused in himself.

But the more he tried to hide it the more clearly--clearer than any words could have done--did he betray to himself, to her, and to Princess Mary that he loved her.

He was thinking of Prince Andrew, of Natasha, and of their love, at one moment jealous of her past, then reproaching himself for that feeling.

Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.

No, it can't be, he told himself at every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy.

Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests.

He also acted badly by concerning himself with the active army and disbanding the Semenov regiment.

When Pierre himself wanted to change his mind she would fight him with his own weapons.

Pierre maintained the contrary, and as his mental faculties were greater and more resourceful, Nicholas felt himself cornered.

This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!

How does he support himself?

I had the feeling if I hadn't, he might have chased them down himself.

Do you believe he'll keep the conversation to himself?

He looked away and steeled himself.

Spirits dampened, Jule watched Rourk leave for the pub before Transporting himself to the forest side of the Other's property.

Let him rummage around inside it and find all those treasures himself.

God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.

Maybe he seems like another person because he doesn't feel like himself.

He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.

There were a few landscapes that were quite good, then he opened the page to a perfect likeness of himself.

A few days ago, the day Arnie had locked himself in the hub.

He prepped a med-gun for himself.

Dan shook his head and flung himself down across from him, retrieving the sealed vault.

It hadn't been because he finally got himself killed or because he was through with her.

She was in his world now, offering him something he'd allowed himself to fantasize about more than once.

Sensing he had the upper hand in any case, Brady forced himself away from her.

The Guardian's relationship, he reminded himself.

He pushed himself up.

But he couldn't let himself do it, no matter how much he wanted her or how willing she was.

He was hot and sweaty, but he'd not yet been able to rid himself of the wired energy humming through his blood.

He threw himself into one of the beat-up chairs in the tiny comms center.

Brady got his food as the two talked, seating himself before he looked to Dan again.

Brady wiped his face, preparing himself for a confrontation.

Brady unstrapped himself, and she watched uneasily as he inched closer to the center of the cabin, his hands—and concentration—on the ceiling.

He airlifted himself out.

He tried to tell himself this was why he was agitated.

He shot himself up with the drugs he'd brought with him, leaning his head back against the back of the seat as they traveled.

He shifted and lowered himself feet first into the hole.

Jack rose and shook himself off.

His body was starting to feel the strain again, but he pushed himself on.

The smooth ride grew bumpy suddenly, and Brady braced himself against his seat.

Brady threw himself down, rolled, and ran, taking cover behind a boulder as the laser missile exploded the ground in front of him.

These words he kept to himself.

Rhyn's jaw clenched, and he fought the raw feeling inside him, the one that betrayed him every time he tried to convince himself he'd survived worse.

The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone.  Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.

Four, maybe five.  He can test for it by cutting himself.

Rhyn pushed himself up.

Toby's backpack was there along with his pink coat.  Rhyn straightened, angry at himself for not hearing the boy leave.  A flash of purple caught his eye through the trees, and he loped through the forest.

The other bottle's empty.  Did he inject himself?

He found himself outside the door where Kiki was being kept prisoner.

Kiki poured himself a glass of whiskey and tossed it back.

There had been no hesitation, no second guessing when Rhyn snapped Jade's neck.  Over and over, Kris had tried to convince himself he'd do the same for his half-brother.

He'd never forgive himself for that, even if Rhyn's mate deserved little more respect than the half-demon himself.

I guess he can take better care of himself than Toby, she said.

You have to protect him, Rhyn.  He's too young to get himself out of things.

He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

Struggling against the demands of his roaring blood, Rhyn closed his eyes, sought his magic and willed himself awake.

In practical matters Pierre unexpectedly felt within himself a center of gravity he had previously lacked.

What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.

Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.

After that, it was 'each man for himself.

Bordeaux picked his hat off the ground and dusted himself off.

Sooner or later it would become obvious to Cade himself.

From now on she would tell him to keep his hands to himself.

In many ways he was still a recluse, but he wasn't wrapped up in himself.

Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.

If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.

Why would the second guy put himself at such risk?

We yacked the usual inanities for a few minutes until Howie excused himself to use the bathroom.

By mutual agreement, announced to Howie by our silence, no discussion about Julie took place unless initiated by Howie himself.

The police detective helped us by perjuring himself.

If he tried to follow a moving automobile, he could sometimes attach himself, if the vehicle was slow or stopped, but the act was tenuous at best.

Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.

He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.

Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.

He willed himself solid, surprised when it worked.

He threw himself down and squeezed his head, furious at his own weakness.

Talon threw himself on his back.

He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.

She belonged with him, even if she was second rung to his war against bad guys or even if he was never able to devote himself to any one woman at all.

If he weren't damned to die this night, he could see himself with her forever.

Dusty and Talon rose, Talon taking the chance to launch himself at Dusty.

He hadn't thought himself unhappy; he'd never thought about it at all.

If he let himself, he'd feel that again with Bianca.

He flung water from himself, furious to have his Travel ended prematurely.

Jule refused to release her, sensing more danger toward her than to himself.

The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.

He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.

Damian Transported himself before he ditched his mission for some quality time with his mate.

Jule focused first on the nearby wardrobe and braced himself against it.

Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.

He lowered himself into a fighting stance.

Jule threw himself down as she leveled it and fired.

Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.

He pushed himself up, glancing at the Magician's body.

If he could shake his fever and take care of himself, he'd be okay alone.

He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.

Jule forced himself to put some space between them.

He Transported himself into Yully's room and looked around briefly before stepping into the quiet hallway.

Jule looked around Yully's room, trying to digest everything he was learning about himself.

The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.

Jule trailed, forcing himself to ignore the tingle of vamps that made him itch to reach for his weapons.

Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.

Jule excused himself quickly from his brothers and trotted after her.

She tightened her grip around him, and he was amused to think of himself as any sort of comfort to anyone, let alone a little human like her.

Two rolled from his place on the concrete floor in the corner and unwrapped the ratty blanket he used to keep himself warm.

Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.

Darian stirred, pushing himself farther into the corner.

He flung himself back into bed.

He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.

He waited in the library until he'd composed himself and left for his suite.

Rainy paced, flung himself into a chair, paced again.

She jumped, watching as he folded himself into the small chair across from her.

Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.

He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.

He'd never been able to bring himself to wear it.

The large man in black with lopsided shoulders and an executioner's hood pressed himself into a corner.

Seizing control of himself, Two stepped forward and pushed her back, binding her to the table again.

He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.

He threw himself down in the seat across from her.

Darkyn himself had shown some signs of being affected by her, perhaps not as much as she liked, but more than she ever expected.

If he knew she was there, wouldn't he come himself?

He motioned to himself.

He wasn't angry, but he wasn't himself either.

He said nothing of his visit to Martha's room and busied himself on the stoop taping a "Dean for Sheriff" poster to a wooden stake before adding it to a growing pile.

He didn't tell her he'd heard Joseph himself call the Jeep rental dealer earlier.

He busied himself with his equipment but after glancing outside and turned to Cynthia.

Dean chuckled to himself.

Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.

He smiled to himself as he climbed the steps, wondering what Jake's reaction would be to a search for ancient bones.

Dean cursed himself for not wanting to talk to the redheaded deputy, who would have been infinitely preferable to this obnoxious jerk.

How in hell did he get himself into these situations?

He stopped Fred when the old man began to excuse himself.

Then he laughed at himself.

Fred O'Connor had arranged the affair and Dean had reluctantly agreed to subject himself to the scrutiny of the cream of the town's lady folk.

The next-to-last thing Dean wanted was to have to look out for the safety of his stepfather—the last was going himself.

Mr. Dean wished he felt a modicum of confidence in himself as the three drifted off to sleep—David and Cynthia Dean, with SB, the Bird Song owl, snuggled next to them.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.

While Cynthia didn't answer, her eyes told him if he did poke around, he'd better not get himself in deep do-do doing it.

Pa never did any mining himself.

Or, papa got an answer to his newspaper ad and saved a shotgun shell by doing the bashing himself.

One of Fred's nameless cohorts buttonholed Dean as he stepped from his vehicle, and by the time he extricated himself from her verbal grasp, the blonde was lost in the crowd at the park.

Dean looked at his wife for help, but she just shrugged and smiled, and Dean let himself be led up the street.

Dean wondered if he'd fortified himself with one of the pints of vodka.

When Dean didn't introduce himself, Faust gave Jennifer what he meant as an "old boy" pat on her arm and added, "Checking out the property one last time?"

He just laughed, ignoring the question and turned instead to Cynthia, extending his hand and introducing himself.

The old man excused himself and followed Dean to the kitchen.

Once Dean turned from the highway; however, he had the road to himself.

He steadied himself, pulling upright until he was sure of his footing.

Careful, Dean thought to himself.

While it was a nice ending, Dean didn't kid himself that he'd won the confrontation.

It was Roger who introduced first himself, then Charlie, who dipped his paper in acknowledgment, and Harold, who set down the news and looked at Dean over the top of his glasses, curious about the visit.

Don't forget the Dawkins boys, Dean told himself.

When the old man tried to engage him in further conversation—this time about Pumpkin Green and the general irresponsibility of today's youth—he excused himself on an important errand and left Westlake standing in the hall.

Finally he said, "I told him to buy a couple of bottles of vodka and drink them himself."

He surprised himself with his calmness, prompted by a total lack of understanding of the situation.

If something even more untoward than what the scene implied had actually occurred last evening, Dean would find himself squeezed between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

Did he tell you himself?

He'll see that himself when he thinks about it.

In spite of his continued concern over Fitzgerald, Dean indulged himself.

He then sat at the table, helping himself and his companion to the assorted pastries.

He remained, however, uncertain how to do so without immersing himself further in Lydia Larkin's sordid activities.

The world was turning at Mach speed and Dean felt himself racing along with the uninformed, totally out of control.

He killed himself, right?

He may be planning to kill himself.

They figured he'd left to go fishing by himself just after we returned to Kansas.

Sometimes, he kept himself entertained by forecasting what happened without letting himself peek at the details.

Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.

Knowing the most powerful creature – one the Dark One himself exiled at one point for his ruthlessness – had taken over Hell was another matter entirely.

He seemed at ease with himself, another thing she didn't remember about him.

It had to be the private deal, the one Gabriel found no trace of that Darkyn himself had mentioned to him.

He found himself drawn to her again, almost too strongly to resist, and reminded himself something was off about her story.

He wanted to let his hand drift downwards but stopped himself.

He forced himself to walk away, uneasy.

Pushing himself away from the book that would reveal nothing he sought, he went to the small, square window overlooking the stone structure of the Sanctuary.

Though he had visited Rhyn regularly, Gabriel never was able to fully forgive himself for what felt like a betrayal of the only friend he had.

He glanced around the tiny place, unable to rid himself of the instinct that warned him he was missing something.

As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.

Darkyn was entirely too satisfied with himself for Gabriel's comfort.

Gabriel didn't trust himself to respond.

He stripped off his shirt and flung it then tossed all his weapons in a pile at his feet before seating himself once more.

He had never doubted himself before.

The idea Darkyn voluntarily took a bond to a human when he made a name for himself disobeying his former master … There might be a reason Darkyn hadn't explained it to his mate.

It crossed her mind to go in and find him, but he didn't need assistance and probably needed the time to himself as well.

He was human, and there had been times that he had slipped, but it wasn't because he was thinking only of himself.

He accepted the food well enough, but made no attempt to feed himself.

Maybe she sensed something different about him – that he was unsure of himself, probably.

I don't know, but it seems to me that his ability to perform may be something that makes him feel like himself.

Let him sleep by himself.

Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.

At least, he told himself he was.

He didn't push himself awake but let his senses register the world slowly.

His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.

Gabe roused himself and sat.

He saw himself with a mate like her, one who was able to remind him what it was like to feel human.

He braced himself to tell her thanks for the night and farewell.

He pulled off his sweater then dropped back onto the sparring mat, focusing hard on calming himself down.

Gabe cleared his throat, amused at seeing the half-demon putting so much effort into restraining himself.

Gabe lowered himself into a crouch a few feet away, recalling the last time he'd been on a beach.

He wouldn't let himself fail.

She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.

Gabe paused then forced himself to continue.

He had little time to redeem himself, and he kicked himself mentally for not walking into the room that would turn him into the Death he was supposed to be.

He found himself hating the feeling instead of relishing it, like he thought he would if their roles were ever reversed.

He'd never thought he'd hear himself admit it to any woman who became his mate, especially not to her.

He was putting himself at her mercy again, except that, this time, he had the power and chose not to use it.

Her womanly scent teased him, the heat of her nearness reminding him of how he'd gotten himself into this situation in the first place.

Gabe waited a few more minutes then forced himself to leave.

He'd drooled over her offer, after wrapping himself around her warm body.

No. Sasha defected to the Dark One then killed Andre and was himself killed by a traitor.

He wasted no time finding himself a replacement when she refused his touch.

She needed to be unhappy, he reminded himself.

But he found himself smiling at the enigmatic god's explanation.

Gabriel found himself laughing.

He hauled himself out of the cold waters and sat on the shore that turned to mud beneath his dripping body.

Gabriel smiled to himself and pulled on his clothes, replacing weapons.

He was comfortable with himself.

She kissed him on both cheeks then waited as he poured himself wine.

Gabriel wouldn't let himself near you in order to protect you.

Pocketing the vial, he willed himself to the shadow world, the place between worlds.

Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.

He parked himself at a computer, and she perched on a stool beside him.

Kris traveled via shortcuts through the shadow world as Gabriel did and willed himself to the in-between world.

Kris asked as he poured himself a second glass of whiskey.

Andre himself had ordered their exiles when it was revealed they were Sasha's spies.

Kris willed himself to the shadow world and walked back to his underground refuge, heart heavy.

He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.

He found himself lingering, wanting to feel a little less alone.

Trying to convince himself he was too angry to think straight, Jade shook his head and turned away.

He hesitated, at war with himself.

He pursed his lips then poured himself a shot and sat back to sip it.

He'd thought himself in love with Lilith once, and so had Kris and half their brothers.

He'd amused them and himself by emerging each time in some other shape.

Rhyn refused it and threw himself onto the comfy couch farther away from Hell's flames.

He'd forgotten what color real fire was, but he found himself thinking it was orange, like the fruit in the basket on Sasha's desk.

He slammed himself against the cell walls, roaring.

Rhyn smashed himself against the cell, as if to prove his strength.

He gasped and crossed himself.

Without a thought as to who might be watching, he ducked into an alley and flung himself into the air.

He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.

He didn't just notice she was gone --he found himself wishing she wasn't.

For the first time in years, he doubted himself.