What made me happy was to meet, totally by chance, the man who is now my husband. Thanks to fate, every day is a happy day.

What makes me happy, you see, is that I live fully in the present moment. I savor each minute with pure delicacy, that's all!

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

What makes me happy is having discovered Happython planet ! and sharing my happiness with others. I have hope for the best days.

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

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

My children ‘s smiles make me happy.

The light and sparkles in children's eyes sometimes make me feel like crying with happiness.

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.

What makes me happy is that, though I am agoraphobic, I have made a great friend Pascale thanks to Internet, and I thank her for having friendly feelings for me.

What make me happy are the moments when my son has a great time playing basketball, and flawlessly.

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

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

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!

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

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 made me happy was leaving for Bordeaux.

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

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 seeing my girlfriend in the morning on the train tell me « until tonight, my love, » and then leave listening to Chuck Berry singing « Johnny B. Goode. »

Walking barefoot and feeling the sun under my feet.

What makes me happy is to live without any worries.

What makes me happy is seeing my love, who lives in Toulouse, very soon.

Hello everyone, what made me happy this summer was just swimming in the lake with warm sunbeams... letting myself be carried softly away by small waves.I find that that's complete happiness.. it's peace, calm, joy, it's relaxing... it's being happy... and all of that accompanied by my dear husband xxx -ps: the heat is much easier to stand that way hmm...

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.

The light and sparkles in children's eyes sometimes make me feel like crying with happiness.

My job!

What makes me happy is seeing my girlfriend in the morning on the train tell me « until tonight, my love, » and then leave listening to Chuck Berry singing « Johnny B. Goode. »

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 eating calamari beignets in the university restaurant.

I found a job after a long laborious search and that made me 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 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 makes me happy is to see happy sports people.

What makes me happy is when in the dreams' fall when the breath of the day raises my eyelids, I'm aware that the moment when finally I'll be free is close. Every minute, every second that goes by is a step towards our reunion, my darling, my Night, my life.

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

One of the things I like to do is ….don't laugh at me ! It is to take off the shell of hard-boiled eggs. I adore that and it makes me happy.

What makes me happy is thinking through the best moments I've lived to determine which one is the best and thus reliving them.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

What makes my happy is that , currently, I only come across friendly people : the optician and her manager, the sales assistants of the sporting goods store ,of the hardware store and at the cultural goods (cds, dvds, books and video games) and craft arts stores , and the waiters and cashiers at the chinese restaurant).

What makes me happy : walking with your eyes closed to feel the natural elements.

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.

The simplest feeling of happiness is to know that someone somewhere loves you.

What makes me happy is to please to my parents so that they are proud of me. Thank you Dad and Mum, I'm madly in love with you!!!

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 to have been able to get a good education « educazione » !

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.

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

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

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

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 with my friends with a friend called Sasi, and also Fiore and Dolores.

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

Life and loving others makes me happy.

What makes me happy, you see, is that I live fully in the present moment. I savor each minute with pure delicacy, that's all!

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

My relationship makes me very happy. I really have the impression that I create that every day. What allowed me to live this relationship, was when I started to respect myself and to listen to myself. Of course the other person senses that and naturally comes to you without effort. Afterwards the secret is not to tie the net, not to become a living prison, but on the contrary to open up the space with kind attention and love. Programme for a beautiful relationship: - Respect it – Listen to oneself (and the other too !) – Encourage light thoughts towards the other – Continue as if you were alone - Love the other person tenderly - Have fun together.

What makes me happy is telling myself that, whatever happens, if we separate or find each other again, whatever time passes, no one will be able to erase our most cherished memories.

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

For a very long time I have wanted to play a musical instrument while avoiding the forbidding aspect of learning the solfeggio. By some wonderful chance, I saw a photo of a man. Playing the tampoura in the desert, the flash !

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 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.