Quotes About Heart

Anything my eyes desired, I did not deny myself. I refused my heart no pleasure. For my heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor.

So my heart began to despair over all the labor that I had done under the sun.

For a man seldom considers the days of his life, because God keeps him occupied with the joy of his heart.

It is better to enter a house of mourning than a house of feasting, since death is the end of every man, and the living should take this to heart.

Sorrow is better than laughter, for a sad countenance is good for the heart.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.

Surely extortion turns a wise man into a fool, and a bribe corrupts the heart.

For you know in your heart that many times you yourself have cursed others.

And I find more bitter than death the woman who is a snare, whose heart is a net, and whose hands are chains. The man who pleases God escapes her, but the sinner is ensnared.

Whoever keeps his command will come to no harm, and a wise heart knows the right time and procedure.

This is an evil in everything that is done under the sun: There is one fate for everyone. Furthermore, the hearts of men are full of evil and madness while they are alive, and afterward they join the dead.

Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a cheerful heart, for God has already approved your works:

A wise manís heart inclines to the right, but the heart of a fool to the left.

Rejoice, O young man, while you are young, and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth. Walk in the ways of your heart and in the sight of your eyes, but know that for all these things God will bring you to judgment.

So banish sorrow from your heart, and cast off pain from your body, for youth and vigor are fleeting.

On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.

Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding—the day of his heartís rejoicing.

You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.

Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all.

“What good to Me is your multitude of sacrifices?” says the LORD. “I am full from the burnt offerings of rams and the fat of well-fed cattle; I take no delight in the blood of bulls and lambs and goats.

All the people will know it—Ephraim and the dwellers of Samaria. With pride and arrogance of heart they will say: