What makes me happy is doing little things every day and realizing that those are what bring lots of happiness.

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.

I am happy when I do well in my studies.

What makes me happy is to be with a friend and with the kids.

A particular moment in the summer of 2002 really made me happy. My father and I went fishing to the little river going near my childhood's village, in rocky canyons. He fishes with the hand since he was a little boy and this year I was also successful when I got a fish with my hand. The atmosphere and this moment of complicity both made me reach heaven.

My happiness is eating my favorite meal: pureed sausage.

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

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.

I am happy because I found my P50 motorcycle that I had lost.

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

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

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 !!!

The purest moment of happiness was my fiance's return to France after eight months spent in prison, in Turkey... All that because he had taken some papers! For now, it's my most beautiful moment.

What makes me happy is to see the smile of people I like and the sunset. It's to hear the voices melody and children laughing. It's to smell flowers perfume and that of hot coffee. It's to feel under my fingers the softness of the skin and the grains of a fine sand beach…

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

I am happy when I can make a date with a very good-looking girl.

What made me happy ? It is probably slight …I met a totally exceptional man on a chat one year and ten days ago (de visu).

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!

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 to think every morning when I read the happython, that I'm not the only one to think that way

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 to have a beautiful diploma.

What made me happy : learn that Caro and Math are excepting a baby !

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

What makes me happy …To share a meal and an evening with friends.

I am happy as soon as I get home from the office in the evening and see my child's smile.

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.

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 !

What made me happy was when I could walk again for the first time after my operation, when I had been paralyzed.

One evening placed on his lower back, I thought about his little round body and I realized how happy I was to be a Daddy.

Freedom makes me feel happy.

My happiness is eating my favorite meal: pureed sausage.

A wet spring evening simply makes 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 to be on holiday.

What makes me most happy is when I see happy people. That's the reason why I try to make people happy. Sometimes a simple smile is enough…Fortunately there's a universal language that everybody can communicate with: the “language of the heart”.

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

Love!

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…

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 does make me happy is to watch the waves lapping on the fine sand

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

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

Lots of things make me happy : I bought an appartment, I slept with a girl and I stopped smoking !

What makes me happy is seeing my sweetie smile while reading the Happython each day.

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!

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

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 telling myself that I am going to see the man of my dreams on my right during my classes.

What makes me happy now is to see the people who think of me.

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.

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 seeing a smile erase the wrinkles on my husband's face.

My marriage has made me happy.

What makes me happy is returning home, soaked, during a storm and hearing the rain beating against the windowpanes while I heat up tea!

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

Breathing everyday and going with the flow of my dailyjourney enjoying a beautiful sunny day and if possible near the sea, the lake or a river.

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

What makes me happy is to love and be loved

What makes me happy ? A bird singing in the morning when I get up.

Yesterday it rained, I strolled along the ocean, a photo was taken, a kiss, a laugh, warmed up again in a cafe, shared a chocolate cake and cherry tea.

Smelling the scent of my children makes me happy.

I'm a naturally happy person because I've learnt to see only the nice and positive side of what happens.

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

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.

My 14 years old son has a very worn stuffed bear and I hadn't been able to find one just like it to replace it. Today, I search online and I finally found it. I order four in advance and I feel like the happiest of all mothers.

What makes me happy is the shivers I get when I hear a song that moves me.

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

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.

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

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.

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 !