The word 'beauty' is really a judgement. What one consideres beauty, another considers ugly or repulsive. I've come across so many that think snakes or bats are ugly.
I think they are just beautiful creatures. Source sees all things in such a way. Each has its own beauty. A snake with its smooth on the bottom and course on the top skin. They way the muscles in the body contract and coil are pure amazement for me. But I would ask someone else about it and they shutter at just the thought of it.

I've always been afraid, okay, repulsed by spiders. But I've grown to appreciate them. Especially their webs. The intriicate and strong yet flexable webs just blow me away. After a while I start to see the beauty in them and start to appreciate spiders. Now I wont be handling any spiders like I would a snake, but I'll appreciate their beauty from a distance.
When I get past my fear, which puts up a judgement of ugly, I start to see the beauty in everything.

I see the beauty in every person I meet. As a bodyworker, I'm amazed at all the different body types there are. Yet Hollywood would have us believe there is only beauty as to how they define it. But the deaf girl signing to her beautiful friend or the woman in a wheel chair, or the blind boy with scars on his face are more beautiful to me than the most 'Beautiful people' in Hollywood would ever come close to being. Actually I see those people and see their energy, and it's not so pretty. Not even close.

You say, "I feel sad whenever I see the sun setting." You feel silent. You will have to learn a new language.
Spirituality is a new language. You will have to change the meanings of words, the nuances of words. Give them new flavors and new fragrance, because they have been used in the marketplace. They are perfectly good in the marketplace but when you are entering into the beauty of existence, you cannot carry the same language.
Next time it happens, Ravindra, just see the sunset and feel what you have been calling sadness more deeply -- and there is going to be a transformation. The same sadness will become your silence.
If a man cannot be silent facing beauty, he is not aware of the beauty. At least you are halfway: a little aware of the beauty, but not aware of the impact of the beauty that is created in your heart.
And, silence and sadness have something similar but they are not the same thing. Sadness is something dead and stale. Silence is something alive, a song without words, a music without instruments. And what has been understood by you as sadness will become a great spiritual ecstasy for you. ... Words are delicate people, and as you become deeper, you start giving new meanings to words.

Om mani padme hum, ch.26, question 1