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 to create as many problems as possible.

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 the idea of not waking up early in the morning, not taking the bus to school, not working, because studying too much can kill, but I do it anyway, I'm still happy.

It's when a simple look is enough.

What makes me happy is finally being able to walk, because I was in a wheelchair.

What makes me happy is to see his first name show up on my cell phone when at the same moment I'm thinking of him.

Surprising a little sparrow while he's taking a bath in a puddle of water, that's what makes me really happy.

What makes me happy is a warm day with the wind and the blue sky of spring… A day like today.

What makes me happy is cracking my toes in bed instead of studying math during that time.

Life is at the base. I know well that there are ups and downs, it's like that, but there's the fun and that's what makes me happy.

What made me happy is when my boyfriend proposed to me, but also when the Americans demonstrated against war in Irak.

The thing that makes me happiest is someone's love and people's respect and the world smiling at me.

What makes me happy is to have a beautiful diploma.

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

When something wonderful appears in my life. Coincidences, signs, dreams which become reality with the impression that it's life which is organizing everything, lucid dreams.

What makes me happy is to see this little twig of a woman who is my mother smile and laugh, each time it's…

What makes me happy is to be at the bottom of a mountain, a hill…watching the top and say to it: “see you soon”… To walk, sweat, breath, sometimes to suffer a little… and reach the top and think: “I've done it, thank you”. Just a challenge with nature. This is one of the most wonderful things in the world.

What makes me happy is seeing my girlfriend after two or three days when we haven't seen each other and she has a smile on her lips... That means we aren't going to confuse ourselves.

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

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.

What makes me happy is snakes and when my parents accepted to get one at home.

It's when a simple look is enough.

What makes me happy is seeing that the head of a busy bar can stop working for two minutes because he saw a blind man trying desperately to walk across a crosswalk and help him cross arm in arm… that really make me happy to witness scenes like that ! Long live solidarity between people of all horizons !!

What makes me happy is having sponsored a little african, who comes from Burundi !

Walking barefoot and feeling the sun under my feet.

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

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.

For me, it's the sea that makes me happy!!! When I see it or just even think about it I feel good deep inside. It might be quite trivial but the blue ocean makes me happy.

To feel loved by my surroundings and to be able to return that love makes me happy.

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...

Giving birth to my two children made me happy.

What makes me happy is to be on holiday.

When something wonderful appears in my life. Coincidences, signs, dreams which become reality with the impression that it's life which is organizing everything, lucid dreams.

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

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

I am learning to develop my ability to « not define » life, to melt into it rather than dominate it… and by so doing… I learn to love… and the more I love… the happier I am every day!

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

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.

The soccer team makes me happy.

What makes me happy is meeting passionate people. They always lend me an admiration like an imprint of their ardor, of their taste for life and love.

I'm happy when my pupils smile in class and when they seem to be happy to be at school.

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

A moment of happiness: the kiss from this little girl who thanked me for having cured her mommy. What made me happy yesterday was passing the evening with the man I love, dancing all night with him and showing him that his black skin and my white skin show at the same time both contrast and harmony.

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.

What makes me happy is after washing my hands, to dry them in the hot air of the hand dryer. That marks a nice pause in my day.

What makes me happy is a warm day with the wind and the blue sky of spring… A day like today.

The fact that I've met my soul mate makes me happy.

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, even if it may look strange, it is when I drive to work in the morning.

Love!

What made me happy...I was five years old, I wanted a little sister and I got one the day before my birthday. That was my best gift!

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

feel like the Tibetan climbing the sacred mountain ! Happiness is not the end of the path, but happiness is the very path.

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

I met a person in the metro that made me smile…for no reason and that made me happy.

What makes me happy is receiving a message that is proof of a pardon granted by a friend...maybe found again.

What makes me happy is that people read the little Happython phrases that I cut out of the newspaper and paste on the walls in my bathrooms. Even Charlotte, who is preschool, sometimes takes more than twenty minutes.

What makes me happy ? Sitting between others, while I feel a little wind on my face and watch the sunset.

A wet spring evening simply makes me happy.

What makes me happy is when there is music on the streets or in the metro. It gives me the impression that the quick steps of hurried people are in rhythm on the tempo, like an urban choreography !

What makes me happy is seeing my daughters happy and in good health

Life and loving others makes me happy.

What makes me happy is seeing my best friend again after almost two years apart.

Laughing and playing with my son and swimming in the ocean

My job!

What makes me happy is writing a message to Happython and knowing that one day, maybe, my testimony with help spread the virus of happiness.

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.

What makes me happy is my man's love.

My faith in God makes me feel happy.

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.

What makes me happy is leaving work on Friday afternoon and walking in Bordeaux for an hour savoring each minute of the beginning of my weekend !

What made me happy was having found my Papa who I haven't seen for twenty-five years.

The happiest day of my live was when I left the hole I was hidden in for a month during the war in Rwanda. That day, the sun shone like it will no longer and the breeze was a caress that no man has ever given me. It was June 21, 1994 around 3 :00 p.m. I was 14.

What makes me happy is that my annuual medical appointment with my cardiologist was OK, and that even if unfortunately, she leaves the region,, she has found a cardiologist specialized, like her, in congenital hearth disease (my disease), who works in the region where I am move in, whom she knows well, and promised me that he is friendly.