What makes me most happy is when I see happy people. That's the reason why I try to make people happy. Sometimes a simple smile is enough…Fortunately there's a universal language that everybody can communicate with: the “language of the heart”.

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

To be happy, I need calm and tranquillity, to be loved and love, sunshine and perfect happiness ( a little water, some fruit, my garden on my island) and peace in the world.

What makes me happy is to see animals.

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

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

What makes me happy is running with people who are going to miss their train: not because I want to catch the train, but just for the pleasure of running and being out of breath...

All my travels.

What makes me happy is to experiment with love.

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”.

Life and loving others makes me happy.

What makes me happy is knowing that I am loved for who I am and that fills my heart with emotion to have tears of it in my eyes ! Then I understand that life is more than magic. Thanks to life.

0n Saint Valentin's night I decided to make love with a 40-year-old man. I was his little princess, I desired him so much that I was afraid. I was trembling. He made love with me as none had ever done . On that night I saw the wolf : happy.

What makes me happy is to dream and imagine things about battles and love.

What makes me happy is to read Happython in Metro newspaper with my beloved chums every day.

What made me happy: Over, my first boyfriend at school, which I'll never forget.

What makes me happy is having being able to create and form a happy couple with children.

Just to hear some good news on the radio.

What makes me happy is spending time with my friends, going out with them, sharing my deepest thoughts with them and feeling their trust.

What makes me happy, it is in the morning when I wake up in my lover's arms and he kisses me lovingly

Up until now nothing that I have accomplished or created in my life is worth mentioning compared to that freedom I have acquired through the fact of doing nothing to accomplish, change or improve anything in the world, including myself

What makes me happy is to read every morning the Happython when I'm in class. It puts me in a good mood for all the day.

What makes me happy is telling myself every morning, while reading the Happython, that I am not the only one who thinks like this.

What made me happy was to spend my birthday evening with my son and his girlfriend, and tomorrow it will be the same with my sister and her husband. Hurray for the family!

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

The day when I had to defend my DES thesis I was really happy because of all the things I had endured achieving the project.

I am happy when I can make a date with a very good-looking girl.

What makes me happy, hmm... The first is waking up and seeing sunbeams... the second is payday... the third is my last day at work!

So passionate, so tender, to hold me in your arms, kiss me gently and… tu make me fall on the bed ! You are so clumsy, my love, but how I love you, ooof ! I think about it in the metro, and I burst out laughing. I am happy.

What made me happy was to find out that I was pregnant with the child of the man of my life.

An evening between friends, with a little to drink of course. One of them accompanies you back to your taxi, one of the ones with whom you share the same complicity and sensitivity. And on a « goodbye » you steal a kiss from him, instead of an ordinary « see ya soon ». A kiss that lasts for a little while, a kiss he returns. The kind of kiss that makes you smile each time you think about it again and makes you happy.

What made me happy ? After loving lots of men, I fell in love with a woman and for that wonderful love, I gave up men and my former way of life. But it is worth while, I love and I am loved, peaceful and completely happy, that great affection…

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 really makes me happiest is seeing happy people around me, and what makes my heart smile is sharing my happiness with others.

What makes me happy is feeling so small in front of a stormy ocean, smelling the spray on my face : I simply feel content, and I realize the futility of all my little everyday worries.

My success (academic with honors) makes me happy.

My happiness has already lasted for a long time. It renews itself every morning when I go to sample a cup of tea in one of the many Parisian cafés. It's a moment of pure joy, I let myself lapse into dreams in the ambiance of the cafes, and I can no longer do without it.

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.

Hearing that a friend is expecting a baby makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to eat a chocolate filled pastry behind my archi (tecture) teacher's back!!!

Tomorrow's day is already making me happy.

My 14 years old son has a very worn stuffed bear and I hadn't been able to find one just like it to replace it. Today, I search online and I finally found it. I order four in advance and I feel like the happiest of all mothers.

What makes me happy is to read Happython in Metro newspaper with my beloved chums every day.

The idea of free time makes me happy. Let me explain: life is such that we are always doing something, stressed, running around, always going faster... So, to programme some free time, time to do nothing, is an idea that gives me a real sense of happiness.

Happiness was when my adoptive brother and sister found their biological mother and also the 26th of August when I knew that I was cured of my cancer.

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.

This morning, while feeding my fish, the ingrates finally recognized me ! I was crazy with joy ! (laughs)

What makes me happy is falling in lovein the metro every morning ! Stranger from line 6, if you recognize yourself…

What makes me happy is thinking that I've succeeded in getting out of many decades of abuse by myself. Others will succeed as well.

What makes me happy is to see the others happy, my dearest, my friends, all the people I like.

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 makes me happy is the beauty of the sky.

What makes me happy is to know that I am the artist of my life ! Happiness exists provided I really want.

What makes me happy every day, it is to see black slaves'sons and daughters appointed to fairly important positions, in a country where there were schools for Whites and schools for Blacks, buses for Whites and buses for Blacks, just very few decades ago.

What makes me happy is life in general  Lots of good things happen to me, like my three boys...

What makes me happy is when I have the giggles and when I laugh so much so that I have a stomachache… I feel so well after shading tears of laughter.

What makes me happy is telling myself that I am going to see the man of my dreams on my right during my classes.

What made me happy was seeing that people haven't yet forgotten Ingrid Bettancourt and her thousand-day-detention, November 19, 2004.

What makes me happy is to be back on the education road.

What makes me happy is to be on holiday.

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

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.

What makes me happy is getting online at noon each day on one of the computers at med school with Celine and Arthur to leave messages on Happython !

What makes me happy is a cloudless sky.

My children ‘s smiles make 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 getting up on Sundays to prepare breakfast and going back to my bedroom to find my man rolled up in the blanket, like a spring roll.

What makes me happy is staying in contact with my old friends and making new friends.

What makes me happy is telling myself that there are places where everything is simple and less heavy than this place, and that can be here if I want it to be.

What makes me happy is finally getting to use the internet !

What makes me happiest is all the little daily pleasures... Why search so hard, look what we have near

Financial independance gives me a peace of heart and a certain serenity and the fact of being loved comforts me. Loving a man and receiving love makes me forget my worries and brings me pleasure.

Ce qui m'a rendue heureuse c'est d'avoir eu ma fille.

What makes me most happy is when I see happy people. That's the reason why I try to make people happy. Sometimes a simple smile is enough…Fortunately there's a universal language that everybody can communicate with: the “language of the heart”.

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...