He never quarreled with his wife, but he never talked to her; — he never had time to talk, he was so taken up with speaking.

One client, who hadn't had sex with his wife in 14 months, shared in a Nice Guy group that he was tired of listening to his wife complain about her work problems. That night, for the first time in 15 years of marriage, he told his wife that he was too tired to listen. Even though she was initially angry, later that night she asked him if he wanted to make love.

"Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, “I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there’s something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it’s not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It’s not like I sit here philosophizing, because I’ve no talent for that. It’s just this thing about silence that’s so wonderful.

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

I could talk to her, but I couldn't' tell her anything.

Let husband and wife never speak to one another in loud tones,unless the house is on fire.

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything

My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.

The conversation at dinner hadn't been successful either; it bore the marks of an old married couple who had very little left to say to each other.

Dont be afraid: she never comes to words with anyone now, poor woman! respectability has broke all the spirit out of her.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

I’d hate to interrupt this witch hunt with a substantive conversation.” I glance over to the corner of the room, where Carolyn Brock winces, a rare break in her implacable expression.

But Why Does She Not Speak?