after one's own heart

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after one's own heart

  1. (idiomatic, of a person) Having the same opinions, feelings, or disposition as oneself.
    • 1526, William Tyndale, trans. Bible, Acts XIII:
      I have founde David the sonne of Jesse, a man after myne awne hert, he shall fullfyll all my will.
    • 1844, William Makepeace Thackeray, The Luck of Barry Lyndon, Chapter 2:
      'Give me a kiss, my dear boy,' said Fagan, with tears in his eyes. 'You're after my own soul. As long as Jack Fagan lives you shall never want a friend or a second.'
    • 1898, Homer, Samuel Butler (translator), The Odyssey:
      "Look, Pisistratus, man after my own heart, see the gleam of bronze and gold- of amber, ivory, and silver. Everything is so splendid that it is like seeing the palace of Olympian Jove. I am lost in admiration."
    • 1905, George Bernard Shaw, Major Barbara:
      UNDERSHAFT [rising and approaching him]: Professor Cusins you are a young man after my own heart.
    • 1914, Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Warlord of Mars:
      I found the father of Thuvia a man after my own heart, and that night saw the beginning of a friendship which has grown until it is second only to that which obtains between Tars Tarkas, the green Jeddak of Thark, and myself.
  2. (idiomatic, of a thing or situation) According to, or appealing to, one's own liking, desire, or taste.
    • 1885, Hugh Conway, A Family Affair, Volume 1:
      In this particular party, small as it was, culture, learning, art, arms, landed interest and hereditary sway were properly personified. It was, indeed, a representative gathering after the Talberts' own hearts.
    • 1927-29, M.K. Gandhi, The Story of My Experiments with Truth, translated 1940 by Mahadev Desai, Part I, Chapter xiv:
      I would trot ten or twelve miles each day, go into a cheap restaurant and eat my fill of bread, but would never be satisfied. During these wanderings I once hit on a vegetarian restaurant in Farringdon Street. The sight of it filled me with the same joy that a child feels on getting a thing after its own heart. [] This was my first hearty meal since my arrival in England.