Linus: What would you say you want most out of life, Charlie Brown? To be happy?
CB: Oh, no. I don't expect that. I really don't. I just don't want to be unhappy!

"That stupid Charlie Brown! He had the nerve to say I'm not perfect!"
"So I suppose you hit him, huh?"
"Rats! I knew I forgot something!"

"No matter what anyone says, it's much worse to be unloved than it is to be lost in the woods."
"Sometimes, I think you've been lost in the woods all your life, Charlie Brown..."

The world is filled with unreasonable hate. What's wrong with unreasonable love?

"Let's just say that life has me beaten... So I give up! I admit there's no way I can win..."
"What is it you want, Charlie Brown?"
"How about two out of three?"

Rats! There goes the bell... oh, how I hate lunch hours! I always have to eat alone because nobody likes me... Peanut butter again... I wish that little red haired girl would come over, and sit with me. Wouldn’t it be great if she’d walk over here, and say, “May I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?” I’d give anything to talk with her... she’d never like me, though... I’m so blah and so stupid... she’d never like me... I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everyone would probably laugh... she’d probably be insulted someone as blah as I am tried to talk to her. I hate lunch hour... all it does is make me lonely... during class it doesn’t matter... I can’t even eat... Nothing tastes good... Rats! Nobody is ever going to like me... Lunch hour is the loneliest hour of the day!

Wanting to be liked is often a very unlikeable characteristic.

If you don't like yourself, you can't like other people. — Lazarus Long.

"How is the birdhouse coming along, Charlie Brown?"
"Well, I'm a lousy carpenter, I can't nail straight, I can't saw straight and I always split the wood... I'm nervous, I lack confidence, I'm stupid, I have poor taste and absolutely no sense of design... So, all things considered, it's coming along okay!"

Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. Unreasonable people attempt to adapt the world to themselves. All progress, therefore, depends on unreasonable people.

"I want to be liked... No, I want to be more than just liked... I want people to say, "that Charlie Brown is a great guy!" And when people are at parties, I want them to look for me, and when I finally arrive, I want them to say, "here comes good ol' Charlie Brown... Now everything will be all right!" I want to be a special person... I want to be needed... It's kind of hard to explain... Do you understand? I mean, do you know what I'm talking about?"
"Sure, I understand perfectly..."
"Well?"
"Forget it! Five cents, please!"

I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.

"Why are you standing here, Charlie Brown?"
"I'm waiting for that little red-haired girl to walk by... I'm going to say hello to her and ask her how she's enjoying her summer vacation, and just sort of talk to her... You know..."
"You'll never do it, Charlie Brown... You'll panic..."
"Besides that, she's already walked by!"

"Life is like a game, Charlie Brown... Sometimes you win... Sometimes you lose."
"I'll be happy if I just make the playoffs."