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

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 !!!

What makes me happy is seeing my reflection in the eyes of my son.

Up until now nothing that I have accomplished or created in my life is worth mentioning compared to that freedom I have acquired through the fact of doing nothing to accomplish, change or improve anything in the world, including myself

I met a person in the metro that made me smile…for no reason and that made me happy.

What makes me happy is finally being myself in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones.

What makes me happy is my calm spirit

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”.

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

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 is to believe in life, to believe in me.

What makes me happy is telling myself that there are places where everything is simple and less heavy than this place, and that can be here if I want it to be.

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

What made me happy was leaving for Bordeaux.

What makes me happy is the sunset above the sea.

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

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

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

What made me happy: Over, my first boyfriend at school, which I'll never forget.

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, 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...

I met a person in the metro that made me smile…for no reason and that made me 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 the shoo-shoobidoos, the waboo waboos and all the rest.

What makes me happy is the beauty of the sky.

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.

Freedom makes me feel happy.

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 makes me happy is holding one of the metro's double doors, while exchanging a smile, and vice-versa.

What makes me happy? Well, I've been married to the man I adore for 36 and we are going to celebrate our 30th marriage anniversary next October 28. We have two sons, 22 and 29 years old, I am surrounded by love. Each second of my life I find a little happiness.

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

What makes me happy is chatting with my aunt on the internet and seeing her smile thanks to the webcam.

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 !

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 am happy when I do well in my studies.

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

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.

It's when a simple look is enough.

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

What makes me happy is my man's love.

What makes me happy is when I find myself in the mountains again, simply in nature.

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

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

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 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.

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

My happiness is eating my favorite meal: pureed sausage.

What makes me happy is seeing the face of Kalé, my coworker, light up when I make him read the last Happython

0n Saint Valentin's night I decided to make love with a 40-year-old man. I was his little princess, I desired him so much that I was afraid. I was trembling. He made love with me as none had ever done . On that night I saw the wolf : happy.

My greatest happiness has been the birth of my two children! One boy one girl:

What makes me happy is to love and be loved

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

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

What makes me happy, even if it may look strange, it is when I drive to work in the morning.

Yesterday it rained, I went for a walk with Deal along the ocean, we took photos of each other, we kissed each other, we laughed, we warmed up in a pub, and we shared a chocolate cake and a cherry tea.

The soccer team makes me happy.

What makes me happy is seeing my parents together.

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

Giving birth to my two children made me happy.

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.

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.

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.

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…

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.

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

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 seeing that my best friend is always there, even when things aren't going well.

My marriage has made me happy.

What makes me happy is the children's smile.

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

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

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.