They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.
Albert CamusHappiness is not everything and men have their duties. Mine is to find my mother, a homeland
Albert CamusAt that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she--or he--would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
Albert Camus