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.

What makes me the most happy is the love of my future husband who, despite leukemia, helps me to overcome all in life.

What makes me happy is the happiness of others surrounding me.

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 knowing that laughing works your abs!

What has made me happy for 30 years is to live with an exceptional woman who is my wife, my friend, my confidante and my mistress all at the same time.

Smelling the aroma of the pizza that's baking in my oven and thinking that I'm going treat myself !

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

What makes me happy is the shoo-shoobidoos, the waboo waboos and all the rest.

What made me happy is that my best friend came with her boyfriend and offered me to go out to take my mind off things because I had just been chucked.

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 freedom of thought and see how deep and creative and generous people can be when they are free.

What makes me happy is to be healthy.

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

What makes me happy is that I have found a bigger appartment that mine for the same price in the region where I am moving (a region where real estate is normally more expensive than in my region).

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.

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 people who return my smiles and especially grannies, babies and good-looking

The soccer team makes me happy.

What makes me happy is finding the right temperature of water in the shower right away… I hate cold showers…

After going on holidays alone, I come back home and I find my dog. It makes me happy.

What makes me happy is when my husband tells me “I love you more than my life!”

What makes me happy is being at the foot of a mountain or a hill and looking at the summit telling it « Soon !, », then marching on to sweat, breathe, suffer a little, climb up to that summit and tell yourself : « I did it. Thank you ». Just a challenge between you and nature. That's one of the most beautiful things in the world.

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

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 that my scientific experiments are progressing.

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 makes me happy, it is to crochet fine mats and advise some people how to do crochet and knitting.

What makes me happy is to skid and slide in front of the tobacco shop !

What makes me happy at this moment is that I have got rid of everything in Paris, my job and a hard life, to retire and live in Tunisia at a wonderful man's side.

What makes me happy is the ability I have to express myself in any languages, even if that is not the spoken language, but by gestures or feelings.

My little world makes me happy… I first of all have all my pets: Loulou, Fofinha, Nina, Cleo, Cesar, Micas they are my dogs who, I can assure you, are also very happy with 3400 feet of field and two little houses… My cats: Tigrao, Faisca, Princesa who have 4 little kittens Milady, Aramis, Dartanhan, Portos… My tortoises whose names are: César and Cléopâtre…. My birds in big cage…

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 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 to be pretty.

What fills me with joy is simply that a smile from me can make my companion happy and make him smile too.

To take the time to eat in a fine restaurant in Marseille and to savour the different meals…

Laughing and playing with my son and swimming in the ocean

What makes me happy : Luigi who plays the guitar !

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.

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!

I love to feel that boundaries don't exist here, smiles are the same everywhere, they can be exchanged in every language… that makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to be healthy.

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

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

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

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 read Happython in Metro newspaper with my beloved chums every day.

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

To see my rabbit smiles thanks to the web cam on the net (!).

What makes me happy is to see animals.

What makes me happy is reading happython every morning in class. That puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

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.

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

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.

The day I decided to take myself by the hand again (I was quite depressed) made it so that, during this time, life itself made me happy...

Having a cat makes me happy.

What makes me happy is living the life I've always wanted to live.

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

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

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

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.

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 !!!

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

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 finally being myself in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones.

The day when my son was born was a day full of happiness.

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.

Hearing someone whistle will always be for me, synonymous with happiness. Thans Papy.

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 made me really happy? The first time my son smiled directly at me.

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

What makes me happy is that I'm in good health, I'm active, I've got good morals, and I rarely get angry!

Having brought to light a vocation. My son was studying Sociology and Economic Sciences at the University of Jussieu. One summer I forced him to work in a hospital to earn some pocket money. He dropped his studies to study at the I.F.S.I. (Nurses Training School) Today, at 25 he is happy, his job is a true vocation. His patients are happy and me too, I'm happy

What makes me happy is when my neighbour kindly offers me « tourtisseaux » to thank me for a small favour.