Passages that Speak to You

I like to read T.S.Eliot.

Check out this passage from The Wasteland:

'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'

'I shall
rush out as I am, and walk the street

'With my hair
down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?

'What shall
we ever do?'

The
hot water at ten.

And if it rains, a closed car at four.

And we shall play a game of chess,

Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the
door.

That passage tells me about what life really means. On those dead end days, when nothing makes sense, the only solace that seems to exist is the daily routine. However drab, that is the only sense of hope.

Does any passage in any poem speak to you?