Whenever I start to really like a person, I look at them straight in the eyes and I tell them that I love them (which is always true) : the glint that I see shine in their eyes, sometimes only for a fraction of a second, fills me with joy, and I am happy.

For you I am not merely a thing, my happiness is you, Pilou.

Happiness is when I see my mother again, for whom I'll always be the same kid (even if I'm not this kid anymore) and to see her face lighting up and smiling.

My marriage has made me happy.

What makes me happy is the feeling of a smile!

What makes me happy is reading or writing to my loved ones. It's knowing that I am there for them and that they're there for me.

What makes me happy is finally being myself in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones.

What makes me happy now is to see the people who think of me.

Wednesday afternoon, I visit my grand mother at the old folks home. Our walk in the park brings us closer. Seeing her smile and her joy makes me happy.

My children ‘s smiles make me happy.

What makes me happy is thinking about what's going to make me happy later. When I get my car, a job I like, so that I can fulfill my passion and live with the woman I love and who loves me too. My happiness is living free.

My first contact with her, my hands on her marvelous body, our first heartfelt words, our first steps along the Rhine to exchange, a little timidly, our visions of the world

What makes me happy is the children's smile.

What makes me happy is to have been able to get a good education « educazione » !

To help people as much as I can makes me feel happy.

My fall in the bus this afternoon because a good-looking boy gave me a smile and helped me to get up

Nothing makes me happier than to create something with my own hands, to prepare some tempting meal that we can all share together later, or to sew cushions myself. There is a magic in creating, making, concocting something with ones own hands. It is a proof that our hands are just an extension of our thoughts.

To know that there's at least one person on earth who loves me for who I am, who shares my sad and happy moments and who never gets fed up saying “I love you”.

My wife makes me happy… She helped me to discover what real life is like!!!

Brought up and educated in Brazzaville, The Congo, by missionaries. A war has broken out... Everything is destroyed, the town devastated, there is nothing to be found anywhere. However with courage the sisters go back to work, open the nursery and primary schools without any materials. They send out an SOS to ex-pupils of which I am one. Since that time I am running around the shops with my limited means of a retired person. Paints, folding books, etc. etc.... meetings with the people who will carry my packages to Brazza. And in return I receive letters and drawings from little children thanking me and calling me godmother and sometimes mother, this is happiness !!!

What makes me happy is the enthusiasm I feel when I'm doing my work properly. I think that living for your vocation is the best way to be happy.

What warms my heart and makes me happy is when nothing relents, seeing that my ideas come back stronger and more definite.

What makes me happy is that, despite all the world's problems, there are at least 20318 happy people.

I'm happy when I'm part of the happiness of the people around me.

What makes me happy is to live without any worries.

What makes me happy is breathing deep and seeing a smile appear on my face while I realize that it's good to live, something I had forgotten for a moment.

What made me happy was to make a break in my job in order not to work any longer, to decide to care about myself and now to give priority to my happiness.

Well, what made me happy lately was the surprise to be invited by my friend in a smart restaurant very close by my home where I had wanted to go for a long time but I had not enough money!

What makes me happy is thinking about what's going to make me happy later. When I get my car, a job I like, so that I can fulfill my passion and live with the woman I love and who loves me too. My happiness is living free.

When he holds me in his arms, my head goes “pssshit.”

My happiness is complete when I let the metro pass to keep kissing my love on the latform...telling myself that I'll take it maybe the next day or the day after that.

What makes me happy is seeing my reflection in the eyes of my son.

My success (academic with honors) makes me happy.

What makes me happy …To share a meal and an evening with friends.

What makes me happy is seeing the face of Kalé, my coworker, light up when I make him read the last Happython

My five year old daughter told me : « Mommy, when you die, I will take all my treasures and I will give them to you when you return as a little baby. » That day, I felt a great surge of happiness

What makes me happiest is the fact that a child can be born from me and that one day I'll have little toes in my belly...

Happiness is in my nature, I always say that the sun is shining in my head. What makes me happy is loving life and every day there's always the same intensity inside me.

Overall, my friends (boys or girls) are the ones who make me happy, because they're always there for me.

What makes me happy are my kids' smiles in the morning.

It's when a simple look is enough.

I found a job after a long laborious search and that made me happy.

What makes me wild with happiness is to think that I get life ahead of me to make all my dreams come true, to meet ‘the' woman willing to offer me some kids, to see my babies grow, to make a contribution to tolerance for everyone, and mostly do my best not to wake up one day and think that I have made a mess of my life…

What makes me happy is to share my newspaper with somebody next to me in the tube that reads over my shoulder!

A particular moment in the summer of 2002 really made me happy. My father and I went fishing to the little river going near my childhood's village, in rocky canyons. He fishes with the hand since he was a little boy and this year I was also successful when I got a fish with my hand. The atmosphere and this moment of complicity both made me reach heaven.

What makes me happy is seeing all the different colors and ethnicities in the metro when I run errands in the morning…

I was never as happy as I was two days ago when, opening the small package my love had nervously given to me, I discovered a pair of tiny shoes. I then understood that we were going to have a baby.

What made me happy was being born into softness, joy and love, and knowing that when I open my door, all of it spreads out to the entire world.

What made me happy : learn that Caro and Math are excepting a baby !

The soccer team makes me happy.

Each morning on my way to work, I read the newspaper and I hurry up to read the Happython. Often I find myself in what was said. Today, it's my turn. What makes me happy is going to bed early and waking up late when I don't have to work.

lived my greatest happiness after having gone through a period of depression. I walk outside and I kneeled before the color of the starry sky and I told myself: God it's beautiful!

What makes me happy is seeing her in the morning, brushing her teeth in her robe, her gaze far away. I look at her, and our eyes meet.

What makes me happy is making up with a colleague ! ( a little daily pleasure)

I'm happy when I travel !

What makes me happy is sharing my newspaper with a neighbor on the metro who reads it over my shoulder.

I'm a naturally happy person because I've learnt to see only the nice and positive side of what happens.

What made me happy lately was to hear that I was pregnant after so many fruitless attempts.

It's to seat down at Cais Do Sodré and look at my country.

I like eating spaghetti and curly lettuce with some surimi, I like cuddles and playing with my friends, it makes me happy.

As far as I'm concerned, what made me happy was to meet this great guy who I really love a lot.

What makes me happy is to be loved by the man of my life, a loving Canadian that fate put on my way.

What makes me happy, a great privelege in my heart, when my little 4-year-old friend, Joey, takes my hand, taking this gesture of love from this child who moves me, but completely... I become gaga with...

It's snowing. I didn't drink today (well… yeah, a little). I'm trying to answer your question… happiness ? For me this intense, deep emotion that moves me : I feel that I'm going to go away… I won't tremble anymore… live, that's all. Happiness is knowing that you can go away, happiness is the smile of someone who doesn't know that I'm an alcoholic. Happiness… is thinking that I'm normal. Happiness : being right, loyal, and honest.

Nothing makes me happier than to create something with my own hands, to prepare some tempting meal that we can all share together later, or to sew cushions myself. There is a magic in creating, making, concocting something with ones own hands. It is a proof that our hands are just an extension of our thoughts.

To eat chips makes me happy

What makes me happy is to take out all my toys.

What makes me happy is to get up in the morning and think that I'm still there despite the past difficulties.

Classic happy moment, but true : waking up beside your love… a moment of pure tenderness… you wake from one dream to plunge into another…

What makes me happy ? The field of grapefruit in pink mornings.

I am happy when I am loved for what I am.

What makes me happy is to have come study french, start to understand it and eat Korean meals.

What makes me happy is to have a special moment with my friends over an aperitif putting the world to rights.

What makes me happy is to have left my parents' house.

What made me happy was seeing whales in the distance spitting water, indifferent to the spectators sitting around a fire on this Zipolite beach.