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.

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!

Just now (apart from my wonderful family) the position of France, Germany, Russia, China and of course Belgium on the crisis in Irak, which shows there is some hope left. It gives me an immense happiness.

Life and loving others makes me happy.

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 made me happy was when I played my first notes on the guitar a few months ago. So far I believed music was not for me.

What makes me happy is to talk to people and to learn something from them.

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 is seeing my bunny thanks to the webcam.

What makes me happy is freedom of thought and see how deep and creative and generous people can be when they are free.

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

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

I am happy when I travel around the world and get to know different possible ways of being happy.

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 makes me happy is when my boyfriend tells me he loves me.

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”.

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

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.

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.

What makes me happy is thinking of the happy future waiting for me somewhere in the universe.

For me, what makes me happy is accomplishing the tasks I have to do... however small they are... the satisfaction of finished work...

To travel to Europe to see my brother's son who was born the day before yesterday.

What makes me happy is my calm spirit

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. »

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

What makes me happy is that when I walk in the street, my steps are exactly as long as the bands on the crosswalk. I feel like I'm in harmony with my environment

What makes me happy is the sea. When I see it or when I think about it, I am really comfortable in my own being. Oh yes, it's boring but it's the ocean blue that makes me happy.

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.

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 !!!

When I left alone to experience giving up everything, I had the impression that I was happy.

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 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 is finally getting to use the internet !

I am happy to have a large family and a girlfriend who shares my vision. I am happy to have a lucky star in my life professionally, financially, and for leisure, love and health.

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.

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

What makes me happy is my little 80-year-old mother, who is chock full of joyful projects : she's going to move into a new appartment.

What makes me happy is that I've found my ideal girl.

What makes me happy is to have been able to get a job on my own.

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

What makes me happy is reading every little bit of joy in my children's eyes.

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!

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.

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

I am happy when I do well in my studies.

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

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

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”.

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 to see the others happy, my dearest, my friends, all the people I like.

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

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 makes me happy is to listen to Danièle's music, dance the tarentelle and tammurriata and sing with my friends (especially napolitean songs).

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

My referee diploma made me happy.

The day I passed my driving license I was really happy because I had always thought I was useless

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

What makes me happy is to see animals.

What makes me happy!!! Well, I'm only 17 years old, so my happiness is far from complete, but I'll say that what makes me happy is seeing people smile.

Someone who is able to listen to you, to have a discussion with you. Also to be able to open your heart to someone who knows about human qualities.

What makes me happy is listening to Metallica while petting a kitten.

What makes me happy : all the young people getting involved in the life of a new family…and those babies continuing life.

What makes me happy is to think every morning when I read the happython, that I'm not the only one to think that way

What makes me happy is when you resuscitate a baby and suddenly hear his first cry of life tearing the silence of the room.

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

A child's spinning top on the carpet. What a pleasure to approach it, having watched it from afar, the memories coming back of those exquisite moments where colours mingled and filled rainbow eyes. I lean over, touch the top and play with it and that simple pleasure warms my heart, it turns, turns, turns...

Most importantly a woman in my life and then my studies that have made me the person I am now.

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

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).

What makes me happy is the surge of love that invades my heart in the most numb of her lyrics…

What makes me happy is to prepare a good meal when my son comes home.

What makes me happy is to eat braised fish with my fingers, in the shade of a tree, in the Ivory Coast, and to watch the sunrise on Buttes Chaumont Park.

What makes me happy is that my three and a half year old son gets angry if someone wants to smush an insect or when he asks us to be quiet to not scare a bird.