Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

Those who do not weep, do not see.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.