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

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.

Having a cat makes me happy.

What makes me happy is the first kiss in a love affair…The first craziest moments…

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

A wet spring evening simply makes me happy.

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 makes me happy is to have come study french, start to understand it and eat Korean meals.

I'm in college prep, and what makes me happy is that my scores went from 2 over 20 to 4 over 20. I tell myself then, that now I see the fruits of my labors.

What makes me happy is the day when my mother told me that she was happy to have a daughter like me.

Seeing my son find his taste for life again makes me really 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 makes me happy is seeing all the cherry trees blooming in Japan, and telling myself that nothing is more beautiful and nothing pleases us more than this langourous pink…

I adore my little kitten's caresses. That makes me happy.

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.

I'm happy every morning when my man snuggles up to me saying: “good morning, darling, I'm here next to you”. I shiver.

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

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

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

What makes me happy is to stop and enjoy a few quiet moments in my very busy life, so I can think of the distance covered, trials, moments of joy, and then I think that life is great!

What makes me happy is when the people in the metro don't look just at their feet but at each other, and smile.

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...

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

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!

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

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

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

What makes me happy is nature. Walking in the grass or on a beach, lying in fields, watching the sunset, picking wild leeks to make an omelette with them.

The smile of a child after an X-ray treatment… A baby holding out his hand… All that makes me happy!!

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 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 made me happy Tuesday was seeing my cashier at the supermarket.

To eat chips 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...

What makes me happy is going to the Happython site every day, reading the testimonies of people filled with happiness ready to break up the sadness, to put my little foot on the wall, too. That puts sunshine in my eyes for the rest of the day.

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

lived my greatest happiness after having gone through a period of depression. I walk outside and I kneeled before the color of the starry sky and I told myself: God it's beautiful!

What makes me happy is being able to hold onto my freedom that I can use again and again.

What makes me happy is seeing the popcorn head of my love waking up.

My cousing Mathilde, 3 and a half years old, was skeptical when we told her, after school, that her little sister had been born during the day. But if you had seen her when she finally met Alice, she was ovewhelmed with joy !!!

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

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.

My grandfather's eyes that sparkled whenever he saw me arrive. The wind that strokes my face, the sun that warms up the heart and finally, just feeling alive!

My job!

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

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 ? The field of grapefruit in pink mornings.

The idea of finding the love of my life makes me happy.

A wet spring evening simply makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to be loved by the man of my life, a loving Canadian that fate put on my way.

What makes me happy is my man's love.

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.

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 !!

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 that it's raining today instead of a day when the weather's nice.

What makes me feel really happy is to be free to act, speak and realise my dreams.

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.

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

What makes me happy is sharing my newspaper with a neighbor on the metro who reads it over my shoulder.

I have just come out of a coma. Here it is : happiness is to be alive again.

What makes me happy : Luigi who brought me a chocolate egg, only for me !

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...I'm going to be very original: the birth of my son! When they put him on my stomach and I saw his face for the first time.

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

Cultivating my friendships is what 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.

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 the day when my mother told me that she was happy to have a daughter like me.

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.

Happiness for me is to get miraculously cured of my disease.

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